Playa Hataz DJ Paul & Juicy J (Ft. Gangsta Boo & Lord Infamous)

[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 playa haters