Hook: (x2)
One hundred, one hundred, one hundred
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Lil homie hold you down, one hundred
Count this table (count this table)
Don’t worry about anything (don’t worry about anything)
Nigga don’t play with us (nigga don’t play with us)
In the end won’t play, bro! (nigga don’t play with us)

Run the .. in it
This here ain’t… in it
Really meaning no frowning
Four Dutches on one a.m. 
Every time you see me, I’m blowing
This chopper on and on it
You rappers always frowning
Runing around like you own something.
Talk about it, never show nothing
Pull up 25, I do 100
Burn the perk, pop the perk
Ride to the hood and…
My youngsters dumb out
Stay in corner till they run out
Let us quit to the… now
Show niggas, now come out!

Hook: (x2)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Lil homie hold you down, one hundred
Count this table (count this table)
Don’t worry about anything (don’t worry about anything)
Nigga don’t play with us (nigga don’t play with us)
In the end won’t play, bro! (nigga don’t play with us)

This one ain’t for the coke killers,
Dope dealers, gorillas
KX and the four of us
Ready to blind like…
Pennsylvania don’t play with us 
Least expected when we raising up
Staying lost is fair enough
Lil homie.. raging up.
Young niggas… came up
Real niggas now change up
Real fuck with no lame bro
This thing here ain’t got handcuffs
It’s fully of… 
Say the shit here… 
…a clip till a nigga vomit
Till the damn dynamite will kill a homie!

Hook: (x2)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Let’s chop 100 round (one hundred)
Lil homie hold you down, one hundred
Count this table (count this table)
Don’t worry about anything (don’t worry about anything)
Nigga don’t play with us (nigga don’t play with us)
In the end won’t play, bro! (nigga don’t play with us)

Shot fires, man down
Hunder rounds, then your body round
Smoke out, no…
No love for these dumb clowns
Hands down, I play no games
Break down the whole thing
Snowflakes in the summer time
Rapper fire make you…
Rude boy, I said, go get ‘em!
Put a hole in ‘em!
I say, go get him!
I don’t care if his hoe’s with him!
Knock, knock, no children
Light up the whole building
This, this life living
There’s no feelings!