We've Had Enough - The Dudley Boyz Lyrics - Wrestling

[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