Rick Ross
专辑:《Django Unchained (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)》
更新时间:2025-04-03 06:58:49
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"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 a** 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 *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
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
Ni**a tattoos all around
Hundred dead b**ches
Hundred black coffins
Money on his head b**ch
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 a** 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 ni**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
B**ch cuz I'm coming
Got to die in my arms for
What you did to my mother
Hundred dead b**ches
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 a** 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