Rick Ross - 100 Black Coffins

Oooh, now you are one lucky niggerYou gotta listen to your boss white boyOh, I'm gonna walk in the moonlight with youYou wanna hold my hand?I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad menA hundred black graves so I can lay they ass inI need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tellFrom a hundred black Bibles, while we send them all to hellI 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 dieI put that on my life, Lord, I wouldn't tell a lieUnless it had to do with mine in the middle of the nightKillers coming for you life, all you wanna do is shine?I broke off the chains only the realest remainI see your praying to Jesus, but will that help ease the pain?Seen a brother get slain for a jar full of changeYet I post on the block, look like I'm Big Daddy KaneIs you a cat or a mouse? Keep them rats out the houseA lotta scars on my back, get tattoes all aroundHundred dead bitches, hundred black coffinsMoney on his head, bitch, I'm trying to make a fortuneI need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad menA hundred black graves so I can lay they ass inI need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tellFrom a hundred black Bibles, while we send them all to hellI 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 burnAs they stood firm, treat a nigga like a germWhat did she do to deserve? Put me on the farmPigs' feet in a jar; serve it to me warmAny questions, they hang 'em, better pray for Dj-DjangoGot me working in fields, too many years it gets fatalAll I want is my woman, such a wonderful mother, (mama!)On the days that it rains, her smile bright like a summerOur revenge is the sweetest, bitch cause I'm comingGonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother (my mama!)Hundred dead bitches, (Lord) hundred black coffins (why?)Gauge, shotgun, chest full of carbon (boom-boom)I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad menA hundred black graves so I can lay they ass inI need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tellFrom a hundred black Bibles, while we send them all to hellI 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...)