| I’ll get my manager crazy as hell, he’ll pull steel
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| Show these sheisty people, the sawed off, the pump is real
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| Then smack niggaz when they don’t feel Keith’s right direction
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| Put niggaz in fear, the bullets in they head section
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| Pick up drug dollars, leave rings around niggaz collars
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| Front me cash, you catch them bodies, put em in a stash
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| Never laugh at you, explain plans, what to do Machine guns on tour, pajama for your soft crew
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| Don’t step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin lit
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| I’m solo now, and still money I have to fuckin split
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| Business ain’t straight in glamour world, fuckin hellgate
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| All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal plates
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| Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your back
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| Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack
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| Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 3X)
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| I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
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| Where?. |
| IN YOUR FACE! |
| (In yo’face)
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| For everybody a problem manager
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| 30% get my photo session ready, songs to the fuckin president
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| I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin out there brain-walkin
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| up with hit records on feet, in the fuckin rain
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| Through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus
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| Then shift flop first, and now it’s time that you work this
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| Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think they good
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| Niggaz ain’t platinum, they album still, went barely wood
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| I bring your? |
| down, samples now you have to clear it Niggaz talkin shit like lyric records, I ain’t tryin to hear it Even if I’m deaf no mouth, one fuckin ear left
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| You think they worth investments, hold your fuckin breath
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| You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap
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| I got some new shit, mental secrets for yo’asscrack
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| Let me get real, before that ass breach that contract
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| I got witnesses watchin, statements over budget
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| Don’t try to hide behind that fuckin mask now
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| Throw the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass now
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| I’m sittin quiet with tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob'
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| Extortion is over, I cock back, you lose your fuckin job
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| Two years of my time is precious in my kid’s mind
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| With child support, I drag your coffins in the court
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| We even Steven, fuck that, my time and rent is short
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| I’ve been writin songs, I’m calm, I’m a good sport
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| One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye
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| I’m on some clever shit, fuck it man, go 'head lie
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| I wake up six o’clock with triggers cocked every morning
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| I’m no joke, you’re bound to smell the fragrant gunsmoke
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| I’ll be scrubbin halls, wipin blood off the office walls
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| Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X)
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| I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
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| Where?. |
| IN YOUR FACE! |
| (In yo’face)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Let’s get some fuckin hit records goin right now
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| East coast to West coast, I don’t give a fuck
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| His shit is wack, their shit is wack
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| That shit is wack over there
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| Ain’t nuttin fuckin movin
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| Get some fuckin bullets on the fuckin charts
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| Fuck that, let’s do this (y'all ain’t ready) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In Your Face , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Sex Style, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп