Playa Hataz Three 6 Mafia

[Hook: DJ Paul]
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)

[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 when grabbing the butcher knife?
Why 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 stalking 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 ya, I will have to spray ya
This goes out to the mothafuckas who doubt, jealous playa hataz