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Hell & Consequences

I'm not a victim
Till I let you take me down
I'm not a target at the sights of your mercy
I never asked for anything
I'm not asking now
I will not be afraid
I will not be afraid
 
I've done this on my own
And I don't care what you do to me
I wouldn't hand over what is mine
I've done this for too long
To let you take it away from me
It's too late to stop me
Cause I refuse to die
 
I haven't weakened just because I've shown my self
I've taken everything, except what's for granted
I'll leave hypocrisy for everybody else
I will not be afraid
I will not be afraid
 
I've done this on my own
And I don't care what you do to me
I wouldn't hand over what is mine
I've done this for too long
To let you take it away from me
It's too late to stop me
Cause I refuse to die
 
I'm not a problem
Until you make one out of spite
I'll give you hell and consequences for trying
If you don't want an enemy
Don't fuck with my life
I will not be afraid
I will not be afraid
 
I've done this on my own
And I don't care what you do to me
I wouldn't hand over what is mine
I've done this for too long
To let you take it away from me
It's too late to stop me
Cause I refuse to die
 
I've done this on my own
And I don't care what you do to me
I wouldn't hand over
I wouldn't hand over what is mine
I've done this for too long
To let you take it away from me
It's too late to stop me
Because I refuse
I refuse... to die
 
I refuse to die!
 
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The Call

Sometimes in this life we hear
Calling from somewhere
Sometimes it is loud and clear
Sometimes it's so softly there
 
Sometimes it is in the sea
Sometimes in the sky
Sometimes it's in you and me
Sometimes it's a cry
 
Open your heart
I am calling you
Right from the very start
Your wounded heart was calling, too
 
Open your arms
You will find the answer
When you answer to the Call
 
Sometimes it is in desire
Or in the love we fear
When the call keeps calling us
'Till the fear will disappear
 
When we have no dance to dance
The call is in a song
When we have no voice to sing
Then the call is calling strong
 
Open your heart
I am calling you
Right from the very start
Your wounded heart was calling, too
 
Open your arms
You will find the answer
When you answer to the Call
 
Open your heart
I am calling you
Right from the very start
Your wounded heart was calling, too
 
Open your arms
You will find the answer
When you answer to the Call
 
Open your heart, your heart
And you will find the answer
To the Call!
 

Assez

J'ai rêvé d'un monde sans guerre
ou les hommes y naissaient libres
Et les enfants seraient tous fier
de leurs parents si sensibles
J'ai rêvé de ces faits divers ou les crimes n'existeraient pas
J'aimerai tant que tout mes frères soit solidaire rien qu'une fois

Allo, allo, est-ce que quelqu'un m'entends
Allo, j'ai dit allo, y'en a marre de tout ce boucan
Allo, allo, faudrait peut-être qu'on se réveil
Mais Allo, j'ai dit allo, y'en a marre j'ai la migraine

Et y'en a assez
Assez
Et y'en a assez
Assez
Et y'en a assez

J'ai vu cette homme qui marchait sans rêves
L'air triste, regard amer
Il se demande si le ciel pense à lui
Agenouillé, l'air en colère
J'ai vu cette femme remplie d'effroi
Juger son prochain sans le connaitre
J'ai vu ce monde remplie de lois
J'ai vu cette mère qui se noie

Allo, allo, est-ce que quelqu'un m'entends
Allo, j'ai dit allo, y'en a marre de tout ce boucan
Allo, allo, faudrait peut-être qu'on se réveil
Mais Allo, j'ai dit allo, y'en a marre j'ai la migraine

Et y'en a assez
Assez
Et y'en a assez
Assez
Et y'en a assez

Non tu ne rêves pas
Tu vis bien dans cette univers
Arrête un peu de te faire du mal et regarde autour de toi
Non tu ne rêves pas
T'es pas le plus à plaindre sur terre
Ne vois tu pas cette vie te tirer vers le bas

Allo, allo, est-ce que quelqu'un m'entends
Allo, j'ai dit allo, y'en a marre de tout ce boucan
Allo, allo, faudrait peut-être qu'on se réveil
Mais Allo, j'ai dit allo, y'en a marre j'ai la migraine

Et y'en a assez
Assez
Et y'en a assez
Assez
Et y'en a assez

Who Shot Ya?

As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
Now turn the mics up
East Coast, motherfuckers
Turn that mic up
Bad Boy, motherfuckers
Yeah, that beat is knocking to that microphone
Turn that shit the fuck up
Uh, what? Turn it up louder, yeah, uh
As we proceed to give you what you need
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
9-5, motherfuckers
 
[Verse 1]
Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Then the shit stop when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school/new school need to learn though
I burn, baby, burn like 'Disco Inferno'
Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Peel more skins than Idaho Potato
Niggas know: the lyrical molesting is taking place
Fucking with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggas mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me two Glock 9s
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And I'm Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
 
[Interlude]
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
East Coast, motherfuckers
Bad Boy, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers
Smoke blunts, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers
Ready to die, motherfuckers
9-5, motherfuckers
 
[Verse 2]
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cocksucker G's up
One false move, get Swiss cheesed up
Clip to TEC, respect I demand it
Slip and break the 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys
On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
Hammer cock, in the fire position and...
 
[Outro]
Come here, come here, (It ain't gotta be like that, Big)
Open your fucking mouth, open your—didn't I tell you?
Don't fuck with me? (Come on, man)
Huh? Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me? (Come on, man)
Look at you now, huh? (Come on, man)
Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?
Bitch-ass nigga, what? Who shot ya?
 
[6 gunshots]​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​
 
[Outro: Puffy]
To give you what you need
9-5, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers (who shot ya?)
Get high, motherfuckers
Ready to die, motherfuckers, hah!
As we proceed (who shot ya?)
To give you what you need
9-5, motherfuckers
East Coast, motherfucker (Who shot ya?)
West Coast, motherfuckers
West Coast, motherfuckers, hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed to give you what you need
Get live, motherfuckers
9-5, motherfuckers
Get money, motherfuckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
Get live, motherfuckers
9-5, motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
As we proceeeeeeed to give you what you need… 9-5
 

I Crave You

If they turned you to gold, I'd ask them for pieces
And in my mouth deep I'd cover my teeth as
My gold smile, asked them for water
from the fountains you bathed in I'd drown in it longer
 
Thirst will be quenched, They'll turn you to bread
So stick to my bones and go to my head
 
I'll carry you home, Won't leave you alone
Devour you whole, Your skin is my soul
 
I Crave You My Lover, I...
Waited, wanted, suffered
I Crave You My Love
Desire has won once again
 
Tied down so tightly, I'm fighting almighty
Your light beams so brightly, It blinds me just slightly
If I could just get a taste, It would all go away
I can't slow down, it keeps me awake
 
If I could just get a taste, I'd make my escape
As hard as I try, Your spell just won't break
 
I'll carry you home, Won't leave you alone
Devour you whole, Your skin is my soul
 
I Crave You My Lover, I...
Waited, wanted, suffered
I Crave You My Love
Desire has won once again