[Intro]

Oooh, now you are one lucky ^!$$%

You gotta listen to your boss white boy
Oh I'm gonna walk in the middle of the night with you
You wanna hold my hand?


[Hook: Rick Ross]
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men

A hundred black graves so I can lay they $$# 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?)


[Verse 1]
I seen a hundred ^!$$%s 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 (*##$es, hundred black coffins
Money on his head, (*##$, I'm trying to make a fortune


[Hook]
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
A hundred black graves so I can lay they $$# 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?)


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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
Pigs' feet in a jar; serve it to me warm
Any questions, they hang 'em, better pray for Jack 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, (*##$ cause I'm coming
Gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother (my mama!)
Hundred dead (*##$es, (Lord) hundred black coffins (why?)

12th gate, short gun, chest full of carbon (boom-boom)

[Hook]

I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
A hundred black graves so I can lay they $$# 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?)