เพลง 100 Black Coffins

"Oh, now you are one lucky nigger"

"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 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

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,

nigga, tattoos all around

Hundred dead bitches,

hundred black coffins

Money on his head, bitch,

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 nigga 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,

bitch, cuz I'm coming

Got to die in my arms for

what you did to my mother

Hundred dead bitches,

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...