100 Bones Songtext
von Horace Greene

100 bones, how many graves we gotta dig?
100 bones in the hand it′s, not enough to keep it hid
That might buy you a shovel, but you can't bury evilness

100 years, is that what you wanna do?
Cus in them jailhouse walls, they ain′t gon' be nice to you
And now you're sweatin′ from your ears, as it drips on your Sunday shoes

Your momma said you better, cross your T′s not cross your eyes
And if you're runnin′ races, you better check that your shoes are tied
But you don't need to earn your money, when you′re busy taking bribes