Shoot For The Face lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah!
Mmhmm
Can you muthaf*ckers even here me?
Can you n*ggas hear me on this muthaf*cka, n*gga, 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*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
Pass the heat to the homie and Blood gets to lettin loose
Muthaf*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 muthaf*ckin bodies drop
Shoot for the face
[Bridge]
What these muthaf*ckas don't undastand n*gga, is I got heat n*gga...
I got muthaf*ckin heat rockets n*gga, I'm a commodity in this muthaf*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 muthaf*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 muthaf*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 muthaf*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 nobody 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]
[?] goddamn 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 muthaf*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 ass 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 nobody 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 di*k [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 muthaf*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...