- Rick Ross 100 Black Coffins 歌词
- Rick Ross
- "You better listen to your boss, white boy" “
"Oh, I'mma go walking in the moonlight with you"
"You wanna hold my hand?" “
"Hahaha"
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, oh lord, black coffins
I need a hundred...
I seen a hundred ****** 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
Killas coming for your life,
all he wanna do is shine
I broke off the chains,
only the realest remain
See you praying to Jesus,
but will that help ease the pain
Seen a brother get slain,
for a job 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
Battle scars on my back,
*****, tattoos all around
Hundred dead *******,
hundred black coffins
Money on his head, *****,
I'm trynna 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, oh lord, black coffins
I need a hundred...
I seen a hundred women burn
As they stood firm,
treat a ***** like a germ
What did she do to deserve,
put me on the farm
Pig's feet in the jar, serve it to me warm
Any questions, they hang 'em,
better pray for Django
Got me working in fields,
too many years, it get fatal
All I want is my woman,
such a wonderful mother
On the days that it rain,
her smile bright like a summer
Our revenge is the sweetest,
*****, cuz I'm coming
Got to die in my arms for
what you did to my mother
Hundred dead *******,
hundred black coffins
Twelve gauge shotgun,
chest full of copper, 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, oh lord, black coffins
I need a hundred...
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