UFC 99 - UFC 99 Entrance Music

UFC 99 Entrance Music

Fighter Artist Title Album
Ben Saunders Ludacris (feat. Young Jeezy) "Grew Up a Screw Up" Release Therapy
Cain Velasquez Don Omar "Reggaeton Latino" Chosen Few: El Documental
Caol Uno Nirvana "Smells Like Teen Spirit" Nevermind
Cheick Kongo The Jimi Hendrix Experience "Purple Haze" Are You Experienced?
Dale Hartt ??? ??? ???
Dan Hardy Cock Sparrer "England Belongs to Me" Shock Troops
Denis Stojnić ??? ??? ???
Dennis Siver Papa Roach "Last Resort" Infest
John Hathaway AC/DC "Hells Bells" Back in Black
Justin Buchholz Joni Mitchell "All I Want" Blue
Marcus Davis House of Pain "Jump Around" House of Pain
Mike Swick 2Pac "Ambition Az A Ridah" All Eyez On Me
Mirko Cro Cop Duran Duran "Wild Boys" Greatest
Mostapha Al Turk Eminem "Lose Yourself" 8 Mile OST
Paul Kelly Kid Rock "Cocky" Cocky
Paul Taylor The Jam "Town Called Malice" The Gift
Peter Sobotta Bob Marley "Them Belly Full (But We Hungry)" Natty Dread
Rich Franklin Cypress Hill "Rock Superstar" Skull & Bones
Rick Story Black Label Society "Fire It Up" Skullage
Rolando Delgado Fabolous "Breathe" Real Talk
Spencer Fisher Johnny Cash "God's Gonna Cut You Down" American V: A Hundred Highways
Stefan Struve Marilyn Manson "Seizure of Power" Resident Evil OST
Terry Etim Phil Collins "In The Air Tonight" Face Value
Wanderlei Silva Darude "Sandstorm" Before The Storm

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