100 Black Coffins [OST "Джанго освобожденный"]

[Intro] 

Oooh, now you are one lucky [bad word] 
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 
hundred black graves so I can lay they [bad word] 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 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 
lotta scars on my back, get tattoes all around 
Hundred dead [bad word]  hundred black coffins 
Money on his head, [bad word]  I’m trying to make a fortune 

[Hook] 
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men 
hundred black graves so I can lay they [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] cause I’m coming 
Gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother (my mama! ) 
Hundred dead [bad word]  (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 
hundred black graves so I can lay they [bad word] 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…)