In Your Face Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

[Kool Keith] 

I'll get my manager crazy as hell he'll pull steel 

Show these sheisty people the sawed off the pump is real 

Then smack niggaz when they don't feel Keith's right direction 

Put niggaz in fear the bullets in they head section 

Pick up drug dollars leave rings around niggaz collars 

Front me cash you catch them bodies put em in a stash 

Never laugh at you explain plans what to do 

Machine guns on tour, pajama for your soft crew 

Don't step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin lit 

I'm solo now, and still money I have to fuckin split 

Business ain't straight in glamour world, fuckin hellgate 

All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal plates 

Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your back 

Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack 

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Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 3X) 

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward 

Where? .. IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face) 

[Kool Keith] 

For everybody a problem manager 

30% get my photo session ready, songs to the fuckin president 

I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin out there brain-walkin 

up with hit records on feet, in the fuckin rain 

Through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus 

Then shift flop first, and now it's time that you work this 

Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think they good 

Niggaz ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood 

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 

You think they worth investments, hold your fuckin breath 

You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap 

I got some new shit, mental secrets for yo' asscrack 

Let me get real, before that ass breach that contract 

I got witnesses watchin, statements over budget 

Don't try to hide behind that fuckin mask now 

Throw the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass now 

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Chorus 

[Kool Keith] 

I'm sittin quiet with tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob' 

Extortion is over, I cock back, you lose your fuckin job 

Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind 

With child support, I drag your coffins in the court 

We even Steven, fuck that, my time and rent is short 

I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport 

One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye 

I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man, go 'head lie 

I wake up six o'clock with triggers cocked every morning 

I'm no joke, you're bound to smell the fragrant gunsmoke 

I'll be scrubbin halls, wipin blood off the office walls 

Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 4X) 

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward 

Where? .. IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face) 

[Kool Keith] 

Yeah, yeah 

Let's get some fuckin hit records goin right now 

East coast to West coast, I don't give a fuck 

His shit is wack, their shit is wack 

That shit is wack over there 

Ain't nuttin fuckin movin 

Get some fuckin bullets on the fuckin charts 

Fuck that, let's do this (y'all ain't ready)