[Intro]
[phone ringing]
[Tenn Buick (Young Ohms in parenthesis)]
(Yo Tenn)
Yo wa**up brotha?
(How you deal with these n***as always actin' up son? Talkin' that bullsh**...)
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 sh** is two sizes too small, the Grinch heart
n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a like a union
[Hook]
Tune 'em up, tune 'em up
If a n***a want static, better be aware the comeback is fully automatic
Tune 'em up, tune 'em up
Hell yeah I could take 'em, n***as' jaws is like laws, it's so easy to break 'em
Tune 'em up, tune 'em up
If a n***a run his lip, he ain't givin' me the slip, he could get his a** clipped
Tune 'em up, tune 'em up
n***as gotta get checked, that's the only way to teach 'em how to show some respect
[Verse 2]
So who tuned ya up n***a? Go on scream and shout it
Tell 'em Tenn did it, what they f** they wanna do about it?
Ride by, make them semi-autos pop
n***as 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 b**h, you know it kick it old school
You wanna throw hands? Boy i could lick ya
I will take a motherf**er down and run up the Richter
Brought a knife to a gunfight, came out the victor
Got my foot up in your a** 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 f**in' 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 n***as gettin' mad at me
Victory is flawless, dealin' out fatalities
Get over here, round one fight
If a n***a 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 n***a like a Looney Tune
Uh, yeah my fists run amok
It's a 1, 2, 5, n***a, jab cross uppercut
Yeah, any n***a out his lane'll
See Chuck jumpin' round, that's a roundhouse of pain
[Hook]