Tenn Buick - 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 Martell
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}