Twisted Insane - Shoot For The Face lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! Mmhmm Can you muthaf**ers even here me? Can you n***as hear me on this muthaf**a, n***a, cuz it seem like for the last ten years ain't nobody been listenin Mm [Verse 1] They never told me about these [thieves?] and these bullets I'd be duckin Just these b**hes that be up in my face and the [smokers?] to get to bluffin n***a, tell me that ain't somethin when you eleven years old... And all a n***a ever witness is body baggin and toe-taggin toes It's the monsters in the dark... That made a n***a the way I am I'm [on Michael Jackson's thriller?], n***a no time for Sam I Am Eat up the green eggs n' ham and scram... Out the back do' Might hit a [switch knot?] with that b**h and [yo trap ho?] And I'm that n***a that's out the [deck?] and quick to hit ya Leave ya froze, body cold, you gets the picture [?] how to get ya when this slug gets to lettin loose Pa** the heat to the homie and Blood gets to lettin loose Muthaf**a, ain't no SouthEast gang truths Smashin on n***a with a nine, homeboy f** a deuce deuce But if you a real n***a, you gon' [conquer?] what you got... Back on the block with the Glocks that pop and muthaf**in bodies drop Shoot for the face [Bridge] What these muthaf**as don't undastand n***a, is I got heat n***a... I got muthaf**in heat rockets n***a, I'm a commodity in this muthaf**in game n***a That's real [?] mothaf**a, don't believe this sh**... Shoot for the face What you gotta understand n***as, is when you mothaf**ers see me in the street n***a, when you see me in the mall doin what I'm doin, don't even trip on me n***a, just know I'm finna get where I wanna be muthaf**a! Why n***as wanna f** with my kind? [with my kind] Cuz my kind is crazy [so crazy] Why mothaf**as still wanna waste my time? [n***as waste my muthaf**in time] Mothaf**a just pay [ya betta pay me] Just pay me [ya betta pay me] [Verse 2] Cause oohh I'm too cool plus I [deuce?] the voodoo Shootin off for ya face, Twisted Insane, who's you? I be a muthaf**in regular n***a like [Mitch?] said And if the ho [sayin she celebrate?], n***a the b**h dead [ha ha!] Put a bullet in ya braids and gets ghost Chewin up body parts with syrup like French Toast And for the most, this sh**'s whack, I was born to [mate?] Now all you mothaf**as hang from my sack But I'm lyin... Cuz nobody know about me But how can... I be ever so sick and none of these n***as know about me? [Shiyat] You got me... They should've stuck it up in that mothaf**a that got me right before that n***a shot me Shoot for the face [Bridge] [?] goddamn gifted with this sh** n***a You know what I'm sayin? I don't even know homie I don't even know Practice makes perfect Shoot for the face You know what I'm sayin? And I don't even write sh** n***a, I just get in this muthaf**a and just spit it homie [As is?] n***a You n***as want mo'? Okay, check it out Imma give you one mo', check it out... [Verse 3] I'm a broke a** n***a with no money, yes I speak now Approach the ho from the do', get out the seat now Cuz I ain't got no time for games, I'm already playin the game of life My joystick? These guns are nice! [And never?] to be so hype When I'm like a Pitbull and sick em Stick em... And nobody dissin, wishin that he missin And pissin in the kitchen, and pissin in ya mouth cuz I'm a sick, sick n***a with the big dick [schnow?] Well pow wow, my sh**'s ever so sickening And these [?] streets is thickening But I'm on some money the most cuz I'm broke I need some ends to spend, that's no joke And scramblin n***as like they yolks But some of these muthaf**as is too strong on they own dope And happen to get they life erased Whole murder case, one tough taste, now who's the [base?] Shoot for the face...