yea yea yea yea 100 shot 100 shot yea yea yeah 100 shots too his head stickin too his head like a dread we fled foe the bread now tha nigga dead yea we dead inside goin ride tonight the choopas goin flash bright like a light n the night go to yo crib make it right no moe niggas on sight we aint goin fight buh these choppas might oh yea they bite.yea she like me like me cuz theres no nigga like me