Hip-Hop.Ru - 02. From The Devil To The God (29-11-02)

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29-11-02
Title: From The Devil To The God
Artist: Flyer ft Koby
Written by: Flyer

[Flyer Talking]

Rest in peace my nigga Pac!
This is for you!
Koby, can you see him?

[Koby Talking]

I see him, I see him, he is coming.

[Flyer]

Days go by,
Thinking about getting’ high,
Touch the sky,
Fall back on Earth
Till the end
From the Devil, to the God.
It’s not far, we have to go.
Year nineteen seventy one,
Jail, New York, new child was born.
“What’s his name?”- Tupac Shakur
Only hours have passed on
What angelic babe had come.
From the angel, to the God
Not big time, we have to fight,
Fight with cops, white racists, suckaz.
Cuz we know, no one can stop us.

[Chorus]

From the Devil, to the God,
Blazin’ weed, to touch the sky
Sellin’ crack to havin’ money,
Die at twenty-five for panic!

[Flyer]

Year nineteen and eighty one
Passed ten years to be the son,
Son of ghetto, son of streets.
With the booklet of some hits.
Where to go? Get high or down?
Passed six years, Tupac on streets
Eyes to eyes with ghetto kings,
Sellin’ crack for having money,
Rappin’ shits on streets of Bronx
Get street fame, inside of gangs
Hangin’ out wit B’z and C’z
Getting down, in hell of Earth

[Chorus]

[Flyer]

Passed four years, fortune is yours
Round, round with Undergroun
Thank you God, thank you Shock-G
Puttin’ me on way you see,
Every year for fithteen hits,
One Cd, for second.
Met Big Suge, king of Death Row
Havin’ money? He is C.O.
Drinking Hennessey, smoke weed
Year nineteen and ninety six,
Something changed in life of yours,
Changed Tupac on Makaveli
Death row records on Tha row

[Chorus]

[Flyer]

There to get?
Get high or down
To the God, or to the Devil
Only, who could answer – him
Day the seventh of ninth month
Money, girls, Las Vegas – yours.
Your relationship with Biggie
Turned in war between two coasts.
You in car with your C.O.
Blew of shotty from tha window
(Blaw, blaw, blaw blaw…)
What tha fuck has happened?
Something strange in this drove by
Passed one year (Blaw, blaw.)
East sidah died,
Who could kill him, I ask, why?
No, I don’t belive this lawyers!
Who is next, P.Diddy, Nas?
I don’t want to see their deaths
They to young to die perhaps.

[Chorus]