WWE - We've Had Enough lyrics

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