Rick Ross - 100 Black Coffins lyrics

Oooh, now you are one lucky nigga
You better 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 ass 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

I seen a hundred niggas 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 Cane
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 bitches, hundred black coffins
Money on his head, bitch
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 ass 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

I seen a hundred women burn
As they stood firm, treat a nigga 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
Bitch cause I'm coming gonna die in my arms
For what you did to my mother my mama!
Hundred dead bitches
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 ass 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