[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-ass, {bitch} slap, four
These little punks ain`t ready for war
These little {bitches} 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 kill
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 jewels 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 {shit}, yo
[Chorus]
We`ve had enough
[Bubba] D-Von!
[D-Von] What?!
[Bubba] Get the tables!
[D-Von] Ha!
We`ve had enough
