Lord Infamous - Playa Hatas lyrics

[Hook x2] This for all you [x4] Playa hataz who be talking that sh** [Verse 1 : Lord Infamous] 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 [Verse 2 : Juicy J] 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' bodys numb H-to-the-K one I spray Juicy J bar none I'm always hearin' sh** about my n***as in the Three 6 Mafia Prophet Entertainment on the rise b**h You fools don't know when I roll up on you I will have to spray ya This goes out to the mothaf**ers who doubt Jealous playa hataz [Hook x2] This for all you [x4] Playa hataz who be talking that sh** This for all you [x3] I hold your head down and I'll f** you like a convict b**h (talkin' that sh**) [Verse 3 : Gangsta Boo] This goes out to all you s**as Playa hata mothaf**ers Jealousy is in you bustas Ho you know I'm really bumpin' Triple Six is blastin' b**hes, robbin' riches, that's the scoop Playa hataz mothaf**er hate the sh** by Gangsta Boo n***a just remember all the k**as just ain't in yo' hood Triple Six is all around yo' a** now ho I wish you would Test this f**in' playa playa hataz better listen close Now go run for help my 32 will bring you to the flo' [Verse 4 : DJ Paul] 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 k**ed 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 hiso 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 [Hook] This for all you [x4] Playa hataz who be talking that sh** This for all you [x3] I hold your head down & I'll f** you like a convict b**h (talkin' that sh**) This for all you Playa hataz who be talking that sh**