Playa Hataz

Lyrics

[Chorus: DJ Paul] This for all you, this for all you, this for all you This for all you playa haters 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 haters who be talkin' that shit [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Demonic mind, why must I love to take so many lives? Why do I leave them suffering lying there to die? Why do I send their mother pictures just to watch her 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 tryin' 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 [Verse 2 : Juicy J] Playa hatin' fools, for you fools, I got them tools Tools like the Glock 19, blastin' 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 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 mothafuckas who doubt Jealous player haters [Chorus: DJ Paul] This for all you, this for all you, this for all you This for all you playa haters 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 haters who be talkin' that shit I hold your head down and I'll buck you like a convict bitch (Talkin' that shit) [Verse 3 : Gangsta Boo] This goes out to all you suckas Playa hatin' mothafuckas Jealousy is in you bustas Ho, you know I'm really bumpin' Triple Six is blastin' bitches, robbin' riches, that's the scoop Playa hatin' mothafucka, 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 ho, I wish you would Test this fuckin' playa, playa haters better listen close Now go run for help, my .32 will bring you to the floor [Verse 4 : DJ Paul] Steppin' up 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 die, just get high, fool You don't even not hear me, though, and if it's true Then it's the resurrection of the Three 6 Mafia, hizzo Let me break it down 'fore the rumor starts Who forced those untrue lips to go 'round? Plenty clowns, we gun down Jakers live not in the M-Town, yeah But there's some player hatin' goin' on So I gotta kinda like stay strizzap Another fresh paint job on the Chevy thang Octavo's full of steel and I'm izzout [Chorus: DJ Paul] This for all you, this for all you, this for all you This for all you playa haters 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 haters who be talkin' that shit I hold your head down and I'll buck 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 haters 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 haters who be talkin' that shit I hold your head down and I'll buck you like a convict bitch (Talkin' that shit) [Outro: DJ Paul] Talkin' that shit, talkin' that shit, talkin' that shit