Tune 'em Up

[Intro] [phone ringing] [Tenn Buick (Young Ohms in parenthesis)] (Yo Tenn) Yo wassup brotha? (How you deal with these niggas always actin' up son? Talkin' that bullshit...) Man...you just gotta tune 'em up, you knaa mean? [Verse 1] Let's get it off to a kick start, I leave a lame scarred I’ll be on the main card, y'all just got a bit part Ego bigger than the heaters that I discharge Y'all shit is two sizes too small, the Grinch heart Nigga be smart, you don't wanna start hell On each side I got a 45 like a barbell Armed to the teeth, more heat than a cartel Unbowed, unbent, unbroken, like a Martel I'll get you, your friends, and your entire fam Like I'm boys with Tony Stark, always with the iron, man And I draw quick, I might have to blast ya Tune a nigga up like a Fender Stratocaster Boy you wouldn’t last a minute in a brawl with me That ain't where you wanna be, KO’in 'em constantly Uh, better watch the way you movin' Cause I be layin' strikes on a nigga like a union [Hook] Tune 'em up, tune 'em up If a nigga want static, better be aware the comeback is fully automatic Tune 'em up, tune 'em up Hell yeah I could take 'em, niggas' jaws is like laws, it's so easy to break 'em Tune 'em up, tune 'em up If a nigga run his lip, he ain't givin' me the slip, he could get his ass clipped Tune 'em up, tune 'em up Niggas gotta get checked, that’s the only way to teach 'em how to show some respect [Verse 2] So who tuned ya up nigga? Go on scream and shout it Tell 'em Tenn did it, what they fuck they wanna do about it? Ride by, make them semi-autos pop Niggas gettin' touched up like I'm usin' Photoshop See you’re lucky if you leave here with a bruise Cause if I get pissed, jaws stay breakin' like the news I'm a real world challenger, I ain't talkin' road rules T-E-double-N bitch, you know it kick it old school You wanna throw hands? Boy i could lick ya I will take a motherfucker down and run up the Richter Brought a knife to a gunfight, came out the victor Got my foot up in your ass so I damage your sphincter Got a shot to your kidney, another to your liver son I hate to write hooks but I will sure deliver one So here’s an ice pack, 'bout to make your eyes black Breakin' more necks than a fuckin' Busta Rhymes track [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo...watch the way you talkin' to me in this place Like a 90's Tim Allen with the toolie on my waist Ain't improvin' your home, I’m removin' your dome And I'm bout to launch Google. What? Pullin' the chrome You see I get real lawless if niggas gettin' mad at me Victory is flawless, dealin' out fatalities Get over here, round one fight If a nigga want it with me I'mma out your lights Yeah you’re sayin' I'm insane, but it’s really not the same As what I am, you’re understating the fact that I’m a Saiyan See I'm the type of cat that'll daze a jury room 'Cuz I drop an anvil on a nigga like a Looney Tune Uh, yeah my fists run amok It’s a 1, 2, 5, nigga, jab cross uppercut Yeah, any nigga out his lane'll See Chuck jumpin' round, that's a roundhouse of pain [Hook]