[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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We've had enough, of the what you coulda
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The what you woulda, the what you shoulda done
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To avoid the unbeatable, dodge the undefeatable two
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We've had enough
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[Verse One: Bubba Ray]
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(Oh testify!) And we're prepared for war
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Prepared for the toe to toe, so let's go
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Prepared for the head to head, nuff said
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We about to put these lil' punks to bed
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One slap, kick-ass, {bitch} slap, four
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These little punks ain't ready for war
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These little {bitches} ain't ready to ride
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And there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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Lights out, one tag, two tags, kaboom!
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Let 'em feel the pain, don't count 'em out too soon
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Let 'em hit the mat then pick 'em up on two
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Suffer, pain, hurt, you're through
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Over, done, body count tally
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Last call move on 3-D finale
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Told you all we comin, to settle the score
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The talkin ends now, it's time for war
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[Chorus] - 1/2
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We've had enough
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[Verse Two: D-Von]
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(We can do this) Best say no more
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We came here to settle the score, so let's go
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Tonight all debts will be paid in full
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All debts collected, wrong corrected
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It's been enough talk, it's been enough threats
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About which two man team is the best
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So listen now, see us here now
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Don't care who you are, you're all goin down
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I'm fed up to here, don't doubt the will
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Gonna do the job, gonna go for the kill
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Drive to survive, best say goodbye
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Hardcore rules apply (ha-ha ha ha)
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So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon do you hear us?
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon are you with us?
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Hands in the air if you feel us c'mon
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Hands in the air if you feel us c'mon!
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[Breakdown]
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Uh, uh, what, uh
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Uh.. what
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[Verse Three]
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Catch me any part of town, bling to the navel
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Honies got they eye on the cable
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I step like I walk like I don't care
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I might screwface your whole place, I have no fear (uh)
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I live amongst wolves, set up shop in the den
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I'll never lose my jewels and have to cop it again
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They don't know the hell I've seen
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Where I've been, they'll never try me again
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Louder than {ha ha}, twice as tough
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And like New York City we ain't never givin up
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A God given package, asked all women
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Hard like steel, tougher than denim
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There's no limit, to how I live it
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No amount of pressure, can test my will
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We're here to clean house, king of the hill!
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[Verse Four]
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All these other wrestlers think they can be like us
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Tryin to take us down, with just one punch
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Now they wonder why me and Bubba blowed 'em out
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Next time, grown folks talkin (c'mon) close your mouth
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Now you're lookin like New Jack, flabby and sick
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Tryin to player hate on our {shit}, yo
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[Chorus]
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We've had enough
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[Bubba] D-Von!
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[D-Von] What?!
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[Bubba] Get the tables!
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[D-Von] Ha!
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We've had enough
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We've Had Enough - The Dudley Boyz
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Wrestling Lyrics |