Let me hit it *LYRICS*

[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 niggas when they don't feel Keith's right direction Put niggas in fear, the bullets in they head section Pick up drug dollars, leave rings around niggas 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 plate Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your back Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack Chorus: Kool 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 all that brain-walkin Up with hit records on feet, in the fuckin rain Through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus This shit flop first, and now it's time that you work this Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think they good Niggas ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood I bring your spirits down, samples now you have to clear it Niggas 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 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: Kool 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)