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Soundtracks - We've Had Enough songtekst
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We've had enough of the What chu coulda, what you woulda What you shoulda done Was to avoid the unbeatable dodge the undefeatable two We've Had enough And we're prepared for war, prpared for the toe to toe so let's go Prepared for the head to head, nuff said We about to put these little punks to bed One slap, kick a**, b*tch slap, four These punk a**es ain't ready for war These little b*tches ain't ready to rise And it's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Lights out, one tag, two tag, kaboom Let 'em feel the paint, don't count 'em out too soon Let 'em hit the mat, then pick 'em up on 2, Suffer, pain, hurt, you're through Over, done, bodycount tally Last call, move on, 3D finnale Told you all we come to settle the score The talkin ends now, it's time for war We had enough best say no more Come here to settle the score, so let's go Tonight all debts will be paid in full All debts collected, all wrongs corrected It's been enough talk, there's been enough threats About which 2 man team is the best So listen now, see us here now, Don't care who you are, y'all goin' down I'm fed up to here, don't doubt the will I'm gonn ado the job, gonna go for the kill Drive to survivee. Best to say good bye Hardcore rules apply So come on, come on, come on, do ya hear us? Come on, come on, come on, are you with us? Hands in the air if you feel us, come on Hands in the air if you feel us, come on Catch me, any part of town, bling to the navel Honeys got their eyes on the cable I step like, I walk like I don't care I might screw face, your whole place, I have no fear I live amongst wolves, set up shop in their den I'll never lose my jewels, and have to cop it again They don't know what the hell I've seen, Never been where I've been They'll never try me again Louder than f***, and twice as tough Like New York City, we ain't never giving up. A God given package, ask all the women Hard like steel, tougher than denim There'sno limit to how I live it No amount of presure can test my will We;re here to clean house, king of the hill All the other wrestlers think they can be like us Tryin' to take us down with just 1 punch Now they wonder why me and Bubba blow 'em out Next time, close your mouth Now you're lookin' like new jack, all flabby and sick Tryin' to play your hate on our sh** we've had enough