100 Black Coffins
Rick Ross Lyrics


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Oooh, now you are one lucky nigga
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
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 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)

Overall Meaning

"100 Black Coffins" is a song by Rick Ross that features in the movie "Django Unchained" directed by Quentin Tarantino. The song is a reflection of the brutality and hardship of slave life in America in the past. The opening lines, "Oooh, now you are one lucky nigga, You gotta listen to your boss white boy, Oh I'm gonna walk in the moonlight with you, You wanna hold my hand?" are part of a conversation between a slave owner and a slave who appears to be in his good books. This shows the skewed power dynamics of their relationship where the owner holds all the cards.


The main phrase of the song, "I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men, A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in," communicates the singer's desire for revenge against white oppressors. The lyrics go on to ask for a hundred black preachers to preach a black sermon from a hundred black Bibles while they send their oppressors to hell. The anger and frustration are palpable as Ross references the violence perpetuated against black people, with lines like, "I seen a hundred niggas die." The song's powerful message resonates with the themes of the movie emphasizing the violence and evil of slavery.


Line by Line Meaning

I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
I need to prepare a hundred coffins for the hundred criminals I'm going to kill


A hundred black graves so I can lay they ass in
I need to dig a hundred graves to bury these dead criminals


I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
I want a hundred black pastors to give a speech, moaning and groaning about the imminent demise of these criminals


From a hundred black Bibles, while we send them all to hell
The preachers should use a hundred bibles while pronouncing these criminals guilty of their sins and deserving of damnation


I seen a hundred niggas die
I have witnessed the deaths of a hundred people of color


I put that on my life, Lord, I wouldn't tell a lie
I swear by my life that what I'm saying is the truth and I'm not lying


Killers coming for you life, all you wanna do is shine?
Despite the danger of being targeted by murderers, you still choose to flaunt your wealth and possessions?


Hundred dead bitches, hundred black coffins
I have a hundred dead women and I need a hundred coffins to bury them


I seen a hundred women burn
I have witnessed a hundred women being burned alive


Treat a nigga like a germ
People treat me like a disease, like I'm something to be avoided or erradicated


Any questions, they hang 'em
If someone has any doubts or inquiries, they are hanged without mercy


Pigs' feet in a jar; serve it to me warm
I am forced to eat unappetizing food like pickled pigs' feet, served lukewarm


Our revenge is the sweetest, bitch cause I'm coming
Our revenge will be the most satisfying because I'm going to get them


Gonna die in my arms, for what you did to my mother
You will die in my embrace because of what you did to my mother


12 gauge, shotgun, chest full of carbon
I'll use a 12-gauge shotgun that fills your chest with carbon (i.e. lead from shotgun pellets)


Black coffins! (I need a hundred)
I need a hundred black coffins to bury all of my victims




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: JAMIE FOXX, WILLIAM LEONARD II ROBERTS

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