The Band - Why - Da Band lyrics

Out and about and I saw an angel come down from heaven Having the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand I laid whole on the dragon, that old serpent Which is the devil and Satan, and [unverified] a thousand years, see I'm the soldier type, keep grip on steel like Conan Money bulgin' out my pockets, I peel with both hands International dope man, known as a D-Boy If ya need me n***a, know you can call on the decoy Me, all I do is move blow off tha corner Paper chasin' 'cause I'm tryin' to stack dough like Colma Watch me, I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight Baller blockers make a n***a wanna ride at night Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right The devil with me but the young boy acknowledge Christ I did a lot of ridin' in my time and God blessed me still I look out for tha one the knocks So why the devil keep on f**in' with me? Why? Why he knockin' at my door, my door? Why the devil keep on f**in' with me? Can you tell me why he huntin' me for? Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me, could you tell me? Could you tell me what he huntin' me for? Tell me what he huntin' me for, could you tell me, tell me? Could you tell me what he huntin' me for? You thinkin' life's a joke, I'll slice your throat Oh you a thug, you about to get yo' rights revoked I'm from the Dirty, we don't even know the price of soap I'm a star, look in the sky, you need a microscope I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin' runs in my veins My pockets chubby, so I went and got a gun in my name It's just me, him and my blunt in the Range A young n***a with the filthy slang Ha ha, I hop out like a 'Jack in the box' with three macs and a Glock I'm askin' for nothin', I'm snatchin' my props I'm gettin' money while I'm laughin' at cops, it ain't ya lad, I ain't bad It's the devil, why don't you tell 'em to stop So why the devil keep on f**in' with me? Why? Why he knockin' at my door, my door? Why the devil keep on f**in' with me? Can you tell me why he huntin' me for? Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me, could you tell me? Could you tell me what he huntin' me for? Tell me what he huntin' me for, could you tell me, tell me? Could you tell me what he huntin' me for? It's like somebody's lookin' over my shoulder It's hard to focus in the open, I'm surrounded by vultures So many haters, I don't know where to turn And n***as be starin' us down like we got money to burn First things first, I'm sick of all you industry thugs You feel me, you a enemy if anything 'Cuz in memory of d**h to the powers that be See I'm a motherf**in' soldier, ain't no coward in me Somebody is constantly watching and following me Throw shades over my eyes, won't allow me to see Allow me to peek, forget about reading the fine print My lyrical content on some Vietnam sh** Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line, I'm back on my grind Satan in the back of my mind Go ahead with the bullsh**, tomorrow ain't promised I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious So why the devil keep on f**in' with me? Why? Why he knockin' at my door, my door? Why the devil keep on f**in' with me? Can you tell me why he huntin' me for? Tell me what he huntin' me for, tell me, could you tell me? Could you tell me what he huntin' me for? Tell me what he huntin' me for, could you tell me, tell me? Could you tell me what he huntin' me for? Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of d**h I will fear no evil, for Thou walk with me It's Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downs Sunny days, rainy days, we'll never stop Da Band, the next generation, God first And we won't stop, yeah let's go Yeah get off me, get off me, you know what team I'm on One life, one God, one family, Bad Boy I'm like Micheal baby, Dark Angel Yeah you feel me, I see all you devils out there You'll never stop us, Da Band, 2003 The next generation, yeah and we won't stop