100 Black Coffins

Oooh, now you are one lucky nigger 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 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 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 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?) 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...)

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