Rick Ross100 Black Coffins

[Intro:] Oooh, now you are one lucky n***a You gotta listen to your boss white boy Oh I’m gonna walk in the middle of the night with you You wanna hold my hand? [Hook: Rick Ross] I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men A hundred black graves so I can lay they a** in I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell 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…) [Verse:] I seen a hundred n****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*****s, hundred black coffins Money on his head, b***h, I’m trying to make a fortune [Hook:] I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men A hundred black graves so I can lay they a** in I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell 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…) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I seen a hundred women burn, as they stood firm Treat a n***a 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 Jack 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***h cause I’m coming Gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother (my mama!) Hundred dead b*****s, (Lord) hundred black coffins (why?) 12th gate, short gun, chest full of carbon (boom-boom) [Hook:] I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men A hundred black graves so I can lay they a** in I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell 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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