In Your Face Lyrics

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 sectionPick 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 crewDon'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 platesNot the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your back
Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crackI 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' rainThrough 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 woodI 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' breathYou 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 budgetDon't try to hide behind that fuckin' mask now
Throw the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass nowI 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 courtWe 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 lieI 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 wallsI 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)