In Your Face

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' hell gate 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 I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward (Where?) In your face (In yo' face) I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward (Where?) In your face (In yo' face) I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward (Where?) In your face (In yo' face) 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 [Incomprehensible] 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' ass crack 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 I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward (Where?) In your face (In yo' face) I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward (Where?) In your face (In yo' face) I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward (Where?) In your face (In yo' face) 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 techs 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 gun smoke I'll be scrubbin' halls, wipin' blood off the office walls I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward (Where?) In your face (In yo' face) I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward (Where?) In your face (In yo' face) I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward (Where?) In your face (In yo' face) I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward (Where?) In your face (In yo' face) 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)