Twisted Insane - Shoot For The Face lyrics

Yeah! Mmhmm
Can you muthafuckers even here me?
Can you niggas hear me
On this muthafucka, nigga
Cuz it seem like for the last
Ten years ain't nobody been listenin mm

They never told me about these thieves
And these bullets I'd be duckin
Just these bitches that be up in my face
And the smokers to get to bluffin
Nigga, tell me that ain't somethin
When you eleven years old
And all a nigga ever witness is
Body baggin and toe taggin toes
It's the monsters in the dark
That made a nigga the way I am
I'm on Michael Jackson's thriller
Nigga 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
Bitch and yo trap ho
And I'm that nigga 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
Pass the heat to the homie and
Blood gets to lettin loose
Muthafucka, ain't no SouthEast gang truths
Smashin on nigga with a nine
Homeboy fuck a deuce deuce
But, if you a real nigga
You gon' conquer what you got
Back on the block with the Glocks
That pop and muthafuckin bodies drop
Shoot for the face

What these muthafuckas don't undastand nigga
Is I got heat nigga
I got muthafuckin heat rockets nigga
I'm a commodity in this
Muthafuckin game nigga that's real
Mothafucka, don't believe this shit
Shoot for the face

What you gotta understand niggas, is when you
Mothafuckers see me in the street nigga
When you see me in the mall doin what I'm
Doin, don't even trip on me nigga
Just know I'm finna get where
I wanna be muthafucka!

Why niggas wanna fuck with my
Kind? with my kind
Cuz my kind is crazy so crazy
Why mothafuckas still wanna waste my time?
Niggas waste my muthafuckin time
Mothafucka just pay ya betta pay me
Just pay me ya betta pay me

Cause oohh I'm too cool plus
I deuce the voodoo
Shootin off for ya face, Twisted Insane
Who's you? I be a muthafuckin regular
Nigga like Mitch said
And if the ho sayin she celebrate?
Nigga the bitch 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 shit's whack
I was born to mate
Now all you mothafuckas 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 niggas know about me?
You got me they should've stuck it up
In that mothafucka that
Got me right before that nigga shot me
Shoot for the face

Goddamn gifted with this shit nigga
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 shit nigga
I just get in this muthafucka
And just spit it homie as is nigga
You niggas want mo'?
Okay, check it out Imma give you one mo'
Check it out

I'm a broke ass nigga 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 nigga with the big dick schnow
Well pow wow, my shit'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 niggas like they yolks
But some of these muthafuckas 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