Why – Bad Boy’s Da’ Band – letras

Out and aboutAnd I saw an angel come down from heavenHaving the key of the bottomless pitAnd a great chain in his handI laid hold on the dragon, That old serpentWhich is the Devil, and Satan, and bound in a thousand yearsSeeI’m the soldier type, keep grip on steel like ConanMoney bulgin’ out my pockets, I peel with both handsInter-national dopeman, known as a D-BoyIf ya need me nigga, know you can call on the decoyMe, All I do is move blow off tha cornerPaper chasin’, cause I’m tryin to stack doe like colma, (Watch me)I’m tryin’ to keep my head on tightBaller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at nightBlock watchers callin’ coppers so my mind ain’t rightThe Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge ChristI did alot of ridin’ in my time, and God blessed me stillI look out for tha one the knocksSo why the Devil keep on fuckin’ with me, whyWhy he knockin’ at my door, my doorWhy the Devil keep on fuckin’ with meCan you tell me why he huntin’ me forTell me what he huntin’ me for, tell meCould you tell meCould you tell me what he huntin’ me forTell me what he huntin’ me forCould you tell me, tell meCould you tell me what he huntin’ me forYou thinkin’ lifes a joke, I’ll slice your throatOh you a thug, you about to get yo’ rights revokedI’m from the Dirty, we don’t even know the price of soapI’m a star, look in the sky, you need a microscopeI’m way a-head of the game, thuggin’ runs in my veinsMy pockets chubby, so I went and got a gun in my nameIts just me, him and my blunt in the RangeA young nigga with the filty slangHa ha, I hop out like a Jack In The BoxWith three macks and a glockI’m askin’ for nothin’, I’m snatchin’ my propsI’m gettin’ money while I’m laughin’ at copsIt ain’t ya lad, I ain’t badIt’s the Devil, why don’t you tell’em to stopIts like somebodys lookin’ over my shoulderIts hard to focus in the open I’m surrounded by vulturesSo many haters I don’t know where to turnAnd niggaz be starin’ us down like we got money to burnFirst things first, I’m sick of all you industry thugsYou feel me, You a enemy if anything cuzIn memory ofDeath to the powers that beSee I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier ain’t no coward in meSomebody is constanly watching and following meThrow shades over my eyes, Wont allow me to seeAllow me to peekForget about reading the fine printMy lyrical content on some Vietnam shitShoot 99% dogg, top of the lineI’m back on my grindSatan in the back of my mindGo a-head with the bullshit, tomorrow ain’t promisedI’m pushin’ the rock to stop from getting knocked unconsciousThough I walk through the valley of the shadow of deathI will fear no evil, for thou walk with meIt’s Bad Boy baby, we done seen the ups and downsSunny days, rainy days, we’ll never stopDa Band, the next generation, God firstAnd we won’t stop, Yea, Lets goYea, get off me, get off meYou know what team I’m onOne God, One love, One family, Bad BoyI’m like Micheal babyDark Angel, Yea, You feel meI see all you Devils out thereYou’ll never stop us