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twisted insane - shoot for the face lyrics

[intro]
yeah!
mmhmm
can you m-th-f-ckers even here me?
can you n-ggas hear me on this m-th-f-cka, n-gga, cuz it seem like for the last ten years ain’t n0body been listenin
mm

[verse 1]
they never told me about these [thieves?] and these bullets i’d be duckin
just these b-tches that be up in my face and the [smokers?] to get to bluffin
n-gga, tell me that ain’t somethin when you eleven years old…
and all a n-gga ever witness is body baggin and toe-taggin toes
it’s the monsters in the dark…
that made a n-gga the way i am
i’m [on michael jackson’s thriller?], n-gga 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-tch and [yo trap ho?]
and i’m that n-gga 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
p-ss the heat to the homie and blood gets to lettin loose
m-th-f-cka, ain’t no southeast gang truths
smashin on n-gga with a nine, homeboy f-ck a deuce deuce
but if you a real n-gga, you gon’ [conquer?] what you got…
back on the block with the glocks that pop and m-th-f-ckin bodies drop
shoot for the face

[bridge]
what these m-th-f-ckas don’t undastand n-gga, is i got heat n-gga…
i got m-th-f-ckin heat rockets n-gga, i’m a commodity in this m-th-f-ckin game n-gga
that’s real
[?] mothaf-cka, don’t believe this sh-t…
shoot for the face

what you gotta understand n-ggas, is when you mothaf-ckers see me in the street n-gga, when you see me in the mall doin what i’m doin, don’t even trip on me n-gga, just know i’m finna get where i wanna be m-th-f-cka!

why n-ggas wanna f-ck with my kind? [with my kind]
cuz my kind is crazy [so crazy]
why mothaf-ckas still wanna waste my time? [n-ggas waste my m-th-f-ckin time]
mothaf-cka 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 m-th-f-ckin regular n-gga like [mitch?] said
and if the ho [sayin she celebrate?], n-gga the b-tch 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-t’s whack, i was born to [mate?]
now all you mothaf-ckas hang from my sack
but i’m lyin…
cuz n0body know about me
but how can…
i be ever so sick and none of these n-ggas know about me?
[shiyat]
you got me…
they should’ve stuck it up in that mothaf-cka that got me right before that n-gga shot me
shoot for the face

[bridge]
[?] godd-mn gifted with this sh-t n-gga
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-t n-gga, i just get in this m-th-f-cka and just spit it homie
[as is?] n-gga
you n-ggas want mo’?
okay, check it out imma give you one mo’, check it out…

[verse 3]
i’m a broke -ss n-gga 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 n0body dissin, wishin that he missin
and p-ssin in the kitchen, and p-ssin in ya mouth cuz i’m a sick, sick n-gga with the big d-ck [schnow?]
well pow wow, my sh-t’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-ggas like they yolks
but some of these m-th-f-ckas 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…

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