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

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you, this for all you

Playa hataz who be 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 truly satisfied

I cannot stop trying to prove to myself

That I am a weaponry 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

Somethin' 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 **** in the Three 6 Mafia

Prophet Entertainment on the rise, bitch

You fool don't know when I roll up on ya, I will have to spray ya

This goes out to the motherfuckers 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

This for all you, this for all you

This for all

I hold your head down, I'll fuck you like a convict bitch

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you, this for all you

Playa hataz who be talkin' that shit

This for all you, 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

This goes out to all you suckas, playa hata motherfuckas

Jealousy is in your bustas, ho, you know I'm really bumpin'

Triple 6 is blastin' bitches, robbin' riches, that's the scoop

Playa hata motherfucka hate the shit by Gangsta Boo

**** just remembered all the killers just ain't in your hood

Triple 6 is all around your ass now, ho, 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 floor

Jumpin' out the house, fresh black Jordans on my feet

I'm trippin' out off of some rumors

Some busters said I got killed last week

But the devils don't lie, 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 hizzoe

Let me break it down for the rumor stars

Who forced this untrue lisp to go around

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

Check, but it is a playa hata goin' home

So I got a kinda life stay striz out

Another fresh paint job and the Chevy thing

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

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

This for all you, this for all you

This for all you, this for all you

Playa hataz who be talkin' that shit