Verse 1: (Chopper)
Ima soldier type, Keep grip on steel like conan
Money bolgin out my pockets, I'll peel wit both hands
Inter..national dope man, known as the D-Boy
If you need me then you know you aint callin the D-Toy, Me
All I do is move blue off the corner
Paper chasin cuz im tryna stack dough like comma (Watch Me)
I'm tryna keep my head on tight
Ballerblockers make a nigga wanna ride at night
Glock watchers call the cops so my mind ain't right
The Devil in me but he made the young boy acknowledge strong
I did a lot of ridin in my town, and God blessed me still
I looked out for the one that knocks us
Chorus: (Fred and [Sarah])
So why the devil keep on fuckin wit me [Why]
Why he knockin at my door [Why]
Why the devil keep on fuckin wit me [Mmmm]
Could you tell me what he huntin me for
Tell me what he huntin me for [Tell Me]
Could ya tell me
Could you tell me what he huntin me for
Tell me what he huntin me for
Could ya tell me
Could you tell me what he huntin me for
Verse 2: (Fred)
You thinkin, Lifes a joke, I'll slice your throught
Well you a thug, you about to get your rights revoked
I'm from the dirrty we don't even know the price of soap
Ima star look in the sky, you'll need a microscope
I'm way ahead of the game, thuggin run in my vaines
My pockets chubby so I went and got a gun in my name
It's just me, him, and my blood in the ring
The young nigga wit the fealthy slang (Haha)
We hop out like we jack in the box, wit 3 macs and a glock
I'm askin for nothin, no 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, won't you tell him to stop
Chorus: (Fred and [Sarah])
So why the devil keep on fuckin wit me [Why]
Why he knockin at my door [Why]
Why the devil keep on fuckin wit me [Fuckin wit me]
Could you tell me what he huntin me for
Tell me what he huntin me for [Tell Me]
Could ya tell me
Could you tell me what he huntin me for
Tell me what he huntin me for
Could ya tell me [Tell me]
Could you tell me what he huntin me for [Huntin me for]
Verse 3:
(Ness)
Ha, it's like somebodys lookin over my shoulders
Hard to focus in the open i'm surrounded by vultures
(Babbs)
Ha, So many haters I don't know where to turn
And niggas be starin us down, like we got money to burn
(Ness)
First things first I'm sick of all you indusrty thugs
Ya feel me, you a enemy if anything couz
(Both)
In memory of
(Ness)
Death to the powers that beast
See im a muthafuckin soldier, aint coward in me
Somebody is constintly watchin and followin me
Throw shades over my eyes, won't allow me to see
(Both)
Allow me to be
(Ness)
Forget about readin the fine print
My lyrical conent, on some Vietnom shit
You 99 precent dog, top of the line
(Both)
Im back on my grind
(Ness)
Satin in the back of my mind
Goin hate with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promissed
Im pushin the rock, let's not forget knockin em concerts
Chorus:
(Fred and [Sarah])
So why the devil keep on fuckin wit me [Why]
Why he knockin at my door [My door]
Why the devil keep on fuckin wit me [Mmmm]
Could you tell me what he huntin me for
Tell me what he huntin me for [Tell Me]
Could ya tell me
Could you tell me what he huntin me for
Tell me what he huntin me for
Could ya tell me [Tell me]
Could you tell me what he huntin me for [Huntin me for]
Talking: P. Diddy
Yeah yall I walk throught the valley of the shadow of death
I'm not feelin evil, die all wit me
It's BadBoy 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 im on
One God, One Love, One Family
BadBoy, IM LIKE MICHAEL BABY
Dark angel heh
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
more lyrics by Da Band (Making The Band II) f/ P.Diddy
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