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Can't Be Touched

Rocky Balboa:]
“Let me tell you something you already know.
The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows!
It's a very mean and nasty placeand I don't care how tough you are,
it will beat you to your knees and keep
you there permanently if you let it.
You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life.
But it ain't about how hard ya hit.
It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.
How much you can take and keep moving forward.
That's how winning is done!
Now if you know what you're worth then go out and get what you're worth.
But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers
saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody!
Cowards do that and that ain't you!
You're better than that!”
 
[2Pac:]
Now see so many motherfuckers want to take a piece
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze
I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me, and ill be forced to let it go nigga
I ain't the one you want to try, why, stayin' high
I hit this blunt an watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin' these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin' 6
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rolled over turned snitch like a biatch
 
[2Pac: HOOK]
(Right, left then left, right I seen him stutter WHAT?
He didn't duck and got stuck wit' yo' uppercut!
I put my hand up to God, life is hard, filled with stress
Throwing blows in this square circle to see who's best ) x2
 
[Eminem:]
If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it
And spit it back in the faces of you racists
And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Liberaces, Versaces, and you Nazis
Watch me, 'cause you figured you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause you're not me
You'll never stop me, I'm top speed and you pop me
I came to save these new generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise them 'cause they're lazy
To grow to praise me, I'm makin' them go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
 
[2Pac: HOOK]
(Right, left then left, right I seen him stutter WHAT?
He didn't duck and got stuck wit' yo' uppercut!
I put my hand up to God, life is hard, filled with stress
Throwing blows in this square circle to see who's best ) x2
 
[DMX:]
Once again it's the darker nigga
Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga
But the dog is bigger, under stress
So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest
These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST!
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way
You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way
A nigga's job is never done
I handle my business how it come
And there's never been a one on one
Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them
I'm like salt, I'll get up
Hate to fall but never wreck his car
And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down
Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown
I extort to support my peeps
And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA!
 
[2Pac: HOOK]
(Right, left then left, right I seen him stutter WHAT?
He didn't duck and got stuck wit' yo' uppercut!
I put my hand up to God, life is hard, filled with stress
Throwing blows in this square circle to see who's best ) x2
 
[2Pac:]
They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky
But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryna fuck me
Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know
I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up
Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggas, but I ain't puttin' down my glock
The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga
I'mma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this
[HOOK] x3
 

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'Cause we're just trading time
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'Cause we're just trading time
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When you move it like that, I can't ever go back
When you move it like that
 
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Marie, Marie
La voodoo, veau
She'll put a spell on you
 
Marie, Marie
La voodoo, veau
She'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie
La voodoo, veau
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She'll put a spell on you
 
Marie, Marie
La voodoo veau
She'll put a spell on you
 
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La voodoo veau
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La voodoo, veau
She'll put a spell on you
 
Marie, Marie
La voodoo, veau
She'll put a spell on you
 
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