Verse 1: (Chopper) Ima soldier type, Keep grip on steel like conan Money bolgin out my pockets, Ill 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) Im tryna keep my head on tight Ballerblockers make a nigga wanna ride at night Glock watchers call the cops so my mind aint 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, Ill slice your throught Well you a thug, you about to get your rights revoked Im from the dirrty we dont even know the price of soap Ima star look in the sky, youll need a microscope Im way ahead of the game, thuggin run in my vaines My pockets chubby so I went and got a gun in my name Its 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 Im askin for nothin, no snatchin my props Im gettin money while Im laughin at cops It aint ya lad, I aint bad, its the devil, wont 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, its like somebodys lookin over my shoulders Hard to focus in the open im surrounded by vultures (Babbs) Ha, So many haters I dont know where to turn And niggas be starin us down, like we got money to burn (Ness) First things first Im 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, wont 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 aint promissed Im pushin the rock, lets 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 Im not feelin evil, die all wit me Its BadBoy baby We done seen the ups and downs Sunny days, rainy days, well never stop Da Band, the next generation God first And we wont stop Yeah, lets 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 Youll never stop us, Da Band, 2003, the next generation Yeah, and we wont stop
Artist: Da Band (Making The Band II) P.Diddy
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