Playa Hataz - Three 6 Mafia

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you, this for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit

(Talkin' that shit)

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you, this for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit

(Talkin' that shit)

Demonic mind, why must I love to take so many lives?

Why do I leave them suffering laying there to die?

Why do I send their mother pictures?

Just to watch them cry

Why does the devil use me to commit these evil crimes?

Why must I inflict all these multiple stab wounds?

I’m grabbing the butcher knife

How come I must torture and paralyze victims

Before I’m truely satisfied

I cannot stop tryin' to prove to myself

That I am a weaponary master

So I seem to keep stocking with silencers

Bodies are scattered all over the pasture

Playa hatin' fools, for you fools I got them tools

Tools like the Glock 19 Blasting on the scene

Sumthin' like a nightmare in your dreams

Mean with them guns you can’t run leavin' bodies numb

H-to-the-K one I spray, Juicy J bar none

I’m always hearin' shit about my niggas in the Three 6 Mafia

Prophet Entertainment on the rise, bitch

You fools don’t know when I roll up on ya

I will have to spray ya

This goes out to the mothafuckers who doubt

Jealous playa hataz

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you, this for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit

(Talkin' that shit)

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you-I hold your head down and I fuck you like a convict,

bitch (Talkin' that shit)

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you, this for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit

(Talkin' that shit)

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you-I hold your head down and I fuck you like a convict,

bitch (Talkin' that shit)

This goes out to all you suckas

Playa hating mothafuckers

Jealousy is in you bustas

Ho, you know I’m really bumpin'

Triple Six is blastin' bitches, robbin' riches, that’s the scoop

Playa hataz mothafucker hate the shit by Gangsta Boo

Nigga just remember all the killas just ain’t in yo' hood

Triple Six is all around yo' ass now, hoe, I wish you would

Test this fuckin' playa playa hataz better listen close

Now go run for help my .32 will bring you to the flo' (Flo')

Jumpin' out of the house

Fresh black Jordans on my feet

I’m trippin' out off of some rumors

Some bustas said I got killed last week

But the devils don’t die, just get high

Fool you don’t even not hear me though

And if it’s true

Then that’s the resurrection of the Three 6 Mafia h-izz-oe

Let me break it down for the rumor stars:

Who forced this untrue lisp to go 'round

Sendin' clowns with gun down Jakers live not in the M-Town, check

But there’s some playa hata goin' home so I got a kinda life stay striz Bout

Another fresh paint job and the Chevy thang

Artey Bose but I’m still goin' to miss out

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you, this for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit

(Talkin' that shit)

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you-I hold your head down and I fuck you like a convict,

bitch (Talkin' that shit)

Talkin' that shit

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you, this for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit

Talkin' that shi-

Talkin' that shi-

Talkin' that shi-