100 Black Coffins
12. Rick Ross Lyrics
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You gotta listen to your boss white boy
Oh I'm gonna walk in the moonlight with you
You wanna hold my hand?
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
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)
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
A lotta scars on my back, get tattoos all around
Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins
Money on his head, bitch, I'm trying to 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, 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
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, bitch cause I'm coming
Gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother (my mama!)
Hundred dead bitches, (Lord) hundred black coffins (why?)
12 gauge, shotgun, chest full of carbon (boom-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, black coffins (oh, Lord!)
Black coffins! (I need a hundred)
In "100 Black Coffins," Rick Ross tells a story of violence and revenge set against the backdrop of the Old West. The song begins with a scene of a white slave owner addressing one of his black slaves, taunting him with his power and using racial slurs. Ross then goes on to describe a world in which he needs a hundred black coffins to bury the hundred bad men he's encountered in his life. He calls for a hundred black preachers to deliver a black sermon from a hundred black bibles, sending the bad men to hell.
Throughout the song, Ross describes the violence that has plagued his life and the lives of those around him. He's seen a hundred people die, and he promises to seek revenge for those deaths. He's also seen a hundred women burn, and he describes the horrific treatment of black women on plantations. Ross is clear about his intentions for those who have wronged him and his loved ones, promising to mete out his own form of justice.
"100 Black Coffins" is a powerful statement on the pervasive violence and injustice that have shaped America's history, particularly in the era of slavery and Jim Crow. It's a stark reminder of the brutal reality that many African Americans faced, and it offers a searing critique of the systemic racism that continues to plague the country today.
Line by Line Meaning
I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
I require 100 coffins for 100 evil people.
A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in
I need 100 graves to bury the bodies.
I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
I want 100 black pastors to preach a sermon that supports our cause.
From a hundred black Bibles, while we send them all to hell
They deserve to go to hell, and we will use 100 black Bibles to show it.
I seen a hundred n***as die
I have witnessed the death of 100 African Americans.
Is you a cat or a mouse?
Are you brave or cowardly?
Keep them rats out the house
Don't let snitches or informants into your circle.
Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins
100 dead women, 100 coffins for them.
Our revenge is the sweetest
Our retaliation is the most pleasurable.
Gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother
You will perish for harming my mother.
12 gauge, shotgun, chest full of carbon (boom-boom)
Shotgun shells containing carbon will take them out.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JAMIE FOXX, WILLIAM LEONARD II ROBERTS
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