M.H.P (Most Hated Playa)

[Excerpt from the movie "Baby Boy"]

"I know you understand that brothers ain't perfect, but we try, Lord
We try to keep our heads up in bad times this is a bad time. Show us the way. And if you can’t show us the way, forgive us for being lost."

[Intro: Jap5, UNKN]

Amen. [?] productions

[Chorus: Jap5]

I'm the most hated player, they hate my name
They hate that I'm a shooter, they hate my aim
They know that I’m from Hoover, they hate my gang
I just copped a new Cuban, now they hate my chain
I'm the most hated player, they hate my name
They hate that I'm a shooter, they hate my aim
They know that I'm from Hoover, they hate my gang
I just copped a new Cuban, now they hate my chain

[Verse 1: Jap5]

You niggas hate me but your bitches love me, don't like me but your hoes do
This Hoover piper get her booty right like soul food
I ain't gon' lie her pussy fire, head cold too
She suck me dry I nutted in her eye, she say I'm so rude
Fresh out the pen already back on my shit
Same hoe from three years ago back on my dick
I got cheese, that’s why all these rats on my dick
I dropped a rack for the fully automatic on my hip
They say blood thicker than water, but at least water see through
It’s a whole lot of shit I do at night that niggas sleep through
Didn't care to go to collage, but I graduated street school
With an A at every subject I been in jail since pre-school
Hit the pen and got my size up, now I’m finna' hit the beach
In the set I'm known for having intercourse with different freaks
Looking for me, you can find me where the bitches be
I know this red head with the best head I feel like she missing teeth
I'm always on my grind ’couse I don't got time to struggle
Bullshit off my mind 'couse I ain't really time for trouble
I just fuck a bitch and dip, ain't got no time to cuddle
Told the homies to run a play, 'couse I ain't had no time to huddle

[Chorus 2: Jap5]

I'm the most hated player, they hate my name
They hate that I'm a shooter, they hate my aim
They know that I'm from Hoover, they hate my gang
I just copped a new Cuban, now they hate my chain
I'm the most hated player, they hate my name
They hate that I'm a shooter, they hate my aim
They know that I'm from Hoover, they hate my gang
I just copped a new Cuban, now they hate my chain

[Verse 2: Jap5]

A hundred days, a hundred nights, you niggas wasn't part of that
I was present in the field where it started at
Where you niggas caught all them bullets, I was quarterback
Sliding with the choppa', you niggas was having heart attacks
Pipe to his mouth smoke a nigga like a crackhead
Paralyze a dummy, hit his tummy leave him half dead
My niggas eat, we all full you niggas half fed
Before I hit the county, on my momma I done had dreads
I had my shit dreaded up, looking like a rastaman
Everywhere I go, its war feel like I'm in Pakistan
Choppa on my lap, head wrapped like a Taliban
You ain't got no bodies you ain't even shot a man
I ain't with no driving by
Bitch I'm with the walk up
I skip through with the MP5 and shoot a nigga block up, on aim
I just bang a top thinking a nigga chopped up, the I'm back to the set so I can put this choppa' up. (Gang)