G.I. The General - 100 Round lyrics

rate me

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!