Why Lyrics - Bad Boy's Da Band

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 nigga, 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 nigga 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 fuckin' with me? Why? 

Why he knockin' at my door, my door? 

Why the devil keep on fuckin' 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 nigga 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 fuckin' with me? Why? 

Why he knockin' at my door, my door? 

Why the devil keep on fuckin' 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 niggaz 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 death to the powers that be 

See I'm a motherfuckin' 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 shit 

Shoot 99% dogg, top of the line, I'm back on my grind 

Satan in the back of my mind 

Go ahead with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised 

I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious 

So why the devil keep on fuckin' with me? Why? 

Why he knockin' at my door, my door? 

Why the devil keep on fuckin' 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 death 

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