Favela Beats - Tune 'em Up lyrics

[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]