Lyrics 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 you
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 & I'll 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 & I'll fuck you
Like a convict bitch (talkin' that shit)
Jumpin' out of the house
Fresh black Jordans on my feet
I'm trippin' out off of some rumor s
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 red zone
Red shone on 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, playa hata goin' home so I got a kinda life stay striz out
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 & I'll 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)