rick ross - 100 black coffins lyrics
oooh, now you explainare one lucky n-gg-r
you gotta listen to your boss white boy
oh, i’m gonna walk in the moonlight with you
you wanna hold my hand?
i need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
a hundred black graves so i can lay they -ss in
i need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
from a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to h-ll
i need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, lord!)
i need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, lord!)
black coffins! (i need a hundred…)
i seen a hundred n-gg-s die
i put that on my life, lord, i wouldn’t tell a lie
unless it had to do with mine in the middle of the night
killers coming for you life, all you wanna do is shine?
i broke off the chains only the realest remain
i see your praying to jesus, but will that help ease the pain?
seen a brother get slain for a jar full of change
yet i post on the block, look like i’m big daddy kane
is you a cat or a mouse? keep them rats out the house
a lotta scars on my back, get tattoes all around
hundred dead b-tches, hundred black coffins
money on his head, b-tch, i’m trying to make a fortune
i need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
a hundred black graves so i can lay they -ss in
i need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
from a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to h-ll
i need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, lord!)
i need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, lord!)
black coffins! (i need a hundred…)
i seen a hundred women burn
as they stood firm, treat a n-gg- like a germ
what did she do to deserve? put me on the farm
pigs’ feet in a jar; serve it to me warm
any questions, they hang ’em, better pray for dj-django
got me working in fields, too many years it gets fatal
all i want is my woman, such a wonderful mother, (mama!)
on the days that it rains, her smile bright like a summer
our revenge is the sweetest, b-tch cause i’m coming
gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother (my mama!)
hundred dead b-tches, (lord) hundred black coffins (why?)
12 gauge, shotgun, chest full of carbon (boom-boom)
i need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
a hundred black graves so i can lay they -ss in
i need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
from a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to h-ll
i need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, lord!)
i need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, lord!)
black coffins! (i need a hundred…)
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