Letra de 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 shitDemonic 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 pasturePlaya 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 noneI'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 hatazThis 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 and I 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 hataz who be talkin' that shit This for all you, this for all you, this for all you I hold your head down and I buck you like a convict, bitch (Talkin' that shit)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 BooNigga, just remember all the killas just ain't in yo' hood Triple Six is all around yo' ass now, hoe, 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 floorSteppin' up out the house, fresh black Jordans on my feet I'm trippin' out off of some rumors, some bustas 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, h'izz'oeLet 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 playa hatin' goin' on, so I gotta, kinda like stay str'izz'ap Another fresh paint job on the Chevy thang, Octavo's .44 steel on my m'izz'atThis 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 I hold your head down and I 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 hataz who be talkin' that shit