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Artist: Saliva
Song: Turn The Tables

Yeah, we comin' now.
Come on.
Uhhhh
yeah, that's right.
Yo,we puttin' it down.

It's like a family in here, we're just a little disabled.
Puttin' it down, we lay ‘em out on a table.
Who's in the house? The brothers in the house.
Gotta turn it out, let them know what we about.

Kinda like Cain and Abel, a bit unstable.
Don't break the frame, break the whole damn table.
How we shut it down? We give them a blast,
We'll keep it real, put the shoes in their ass.

Get the tables.
Get the tables.
Get the tables.
Get the tables!

Get the tables.
As soon as you realize that you can never survive,
And when you cross us, you're gonna get the tables.
It’s called getting it live (Get the tables),
Until the end of time (Get the tables),
And you can never survive (Get the tables).

Hypnotised in a trance, gotta make them dance.
Jump in the pit and now throw up your hands.
Havin' a party, we blast on the mics,
Spittin' lyrics from my tongue and bringin' the hype.

The door's wide open, do you dare to come in?
Battle with the boys, mess with us, we're the same.
So who's up next as we gather 'round the table?
Lay your ass flat, let you know what we're about.

Get the tables.
Get the tables.
Get the tables.
Get the tables!

Get the tables.
As soon as you realize that you can never survive,
And when you cross us, you're gonna get the tables.
It’s called getting it live (Get the tables),
Until the end of time (Get the tables),
And you can never survive (Get the tables).

Get the tables.
Get the tables.
Get the tables.
Get the tables!

Get the tables.
As soon as you realize that you can never survive.
And when you cross us, you're gonna get the tables.
It’s called getting it live (Get the tables),
Until the end of time (Get the tables),
And you can never survive (Get the tables).

Get the tables.
As soon as you realize that you can never survive,
And when you cross us, you're gonna get the tables.

As soon as you realize that you can never survive,
And when you cross us, you're gonna get the tables.
It’s called getting it live (Get the tables),
Until the end of time (Get the tables),
And you can never survive (Get the tables).

Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, this is outta control
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, get gone

Now look who's coming, yeah
Look who's back
Quick drop the bombshell straight to the track
The 21st century killing machine
Burnt on the inside
A five headed team
Now I'm not the same, yeah
Cause you're not the same
And you're not the same, yeah
Cause I'm not the same
And we're not the same
This could never be the same
And we just want to survive

Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, this is outta control
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, get gone
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, this is outta control
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, get gone

Now you want to save us
And you want it all
And you want the transmit
Cause you want the call
And you were the one that made the worlds collide
But since that has happened you've grown twice in size

[I'm not the same
I'm not the same
I'm not the same
I'm not the same]

Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, this is outta control
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, get gone
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, this is outta control
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, get gone
Get up, get up, (drop the bombshell)
Get up, get up, (drop the bombshell)
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, this is outta control
Get up, get up, get up, drop the bombshell
Get up, get up, get gone

[Yeah, everybody drop the bomb
You're not the one who sings the song
Yeah, everybody drop the bomb]

Yeah! Yeah!
[Yeah, everybody drop the bomb
You're not the one who sings the song
Yeah, everybody drop the bomb]

Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah!

We've Had Enough

[Chorus]
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 (x2)

[Bubba Ray]
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

[Chorus]

[D-Von]
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

[Chorus x2]

Bubba: "D-Von, get the tables!"