[Intro]
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Oooh, now you are one lucky nigga
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You gotta listen to your boss white boy
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Oh I’m gonna walk in the middle of the night with you
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You wanna hold my hand?
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[Hook: Rick Ross]
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I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
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A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in
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I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
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From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell
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I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, Lord!)
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I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, Lord
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Black coffins! (I need a hundred…)
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[Verse 1]
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I seen a hundred niggas die;
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I put that on my life, Lord, I wouldn’t tell a lie
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Unless it had to do with mine in the middle of the night
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Killers coming for you life, all you wanna do is shine?
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I broke off the chains only the realest remain
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I see your praying to Jesus, but will that help ease the pain?
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Seen a brother get slain for a jar full of change
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Yet I post on the block, look like I’m Big Daddy Kane
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Is you a cat or a mouse? Keep them rats out the house
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A lotta scars on my back, get tattoes all around
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Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins
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Money on his head, bitch, I’m trying to make a fortune
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[Hook]
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I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
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A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in
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I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
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From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell
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I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, Lord!)
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I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, Lord
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Black coffins! (I need a hundred…)
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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I seen a hundred women burn, as they stood firm
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Treat a nigga like a germ, what did she do to deserve?
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Put me on the farm
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Pigs’ feet in a jar; serve it to me warm
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Any questions, they hang ‘em, better pray for Jack Django
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Got me working in fields, too many years it gets fatal
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All I want is my woman, such a wonderful mother, (mama!)
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On the days that it rains, her smile bright like a summer
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Our revenge is the sweetest, bitch cause I’m coming
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Gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother (my mama!)
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Hundred dead bitches, (Lord) hundred black coffins (why?)
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12th gate, short gun, chest full of carbon (boom-boom)
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[Hook]
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I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
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A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in
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I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
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From a hundred black bibles, while we send them all to hell
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I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, Lord!)
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I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (oh, Lord
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Black coffins! (I need a hundred…)
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100 Black Coffins
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| Rick Ross |
