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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 |
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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 ****in split |
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Business ain't straight in glamour world, ****in 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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[kool keith] |
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For everybody a problem manager |
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30% get my photo session ready, songs to the ****in 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 ****in 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 |
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Niggaz talkin shit like lyric records, i ain't tryin to hear it |
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Even if i'm deaf no mouth, one ****in ear left |
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You think they worth investments, hold your ****in 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 ****in mask now |
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Throw the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass now |
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Chorus |
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[kool keith] |
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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 ****in 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, **** 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, **** 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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[kool keith] |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Let's get some ****in hit records goin right now |
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East coast to west coast, i don't give a **** |
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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 ****in movin |
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Get some ****in bullets on the ****in charts |
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**** that, let's do this (y'all ain't ready) |