Best Tuning App Ever
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I’ve downloaded many tuning apps before and this one is by far the best. Easy to use, super user-friendly, and they have a bunch of fun different chords and songs to help you learn new music. I highly recommend.
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Verse 1
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah
(yeah)
Make it
butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce,
no doubt
Verse 2
Ayo watch yo'
mouth
Ayo, one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven
Blaze
the hot
trizack that
sound
like
Heaven
(uh-huh)
Seven, six,
five,
four,
three,
two,
one
Mo'
mon
Meth-Tical
come
come
and get
some
(yeah)
Verse 3
Playin' my
position,
hot
Nixon
This
one,
for all
the sick
ones,
confliction
Poisonous
darts
sickening,
best
believe
Finger
itchin
with two
broke
legs,
now
I'm trippin
On
MC's cliche,
shot
that ricochets
Start
trouble
bust
bubbles,
hip
to wicked
ways
Gotta
love
me,
G-O-D
no no
no one
above
me
Look
good
but fuck
ugly,
tap
your jaw
From
my Punch
Buggy
sonnin'
you
Got
you
shittin' in
your last
Huggie,
runnin'
who? (Runnin' who?)
Fuckin'
punk,
get
a speed
bump
comin
through
A single
shot
make
your meat
lump,
respect
Wu
(uh-huh, yo)
Verse 4
Ayo I put
it on
a nigga,
shitted on
a nigga
Turn
a Christian
to
a certified
sinner
The bomb
I release,
time
pent
up (explodes)
While
you got
set
up
I was
hittin' your
ex
ho
Shit
I kept
low,
petro' your metre
Politic,
keep
the
chickenheads
gobblin'
Shit
I'm drivin'
in, come
with funk
halogen
Terrorize
your
city,
from
the
spliff committee
Kick
ass
'til both
Timberlands
turn
shitty
Gritty,
smack
the driver's
head
in the gypsy
When I
approach
rappers
be takin'
notes
(uh-huh)
I drop
like
I shoulda
invented
the raincoat
Absolut, I love
to burn
to
the roots
I keep
comin
'til
your pour
sperm
from
your boots
Vigilante
hardcore
to
the penis
Tell
you, "Fuck
you",
Verse 5
my
attitude
is anemic
I'm
the illest nigga
alive,
watch
me prove
it
I snatch
your crown
witcha
head
still
attached
to
it
(yeah)
Canibus is
the
type
who'll fight
for
mics
Beatin' niggas
to death
and beatin'
dead
niggas
to life
When
you look
at me
long
enough,
I start
to read
your thoughts
If
the signal
was strong
enough
and then
I'll call
your bluff
Like,
"Yo,
how many
rhymes
you got?"
I could
go on
for more
Milleniums
than
Mazda's got on
the car
lot
And
there's nowhere
to run to,
when
I
confront
ya
Nig
ga,
I'll call
your bluff
like
you had
a phone
number
Who wanna
see
Canibus get
wild?
Who wanna
act
fly and get
shot
down
with a surface-to-air
missile?
missile?
missile?
I take
'em on
in all
shapes
sizes
and forms
and spit
on
Anybody
who ain't
close
enough to
shit
on
Zero
to sixty?
I'm already
doin'
a hundred
When
I'm blunted
and
I give
it to any
nigga
that want
it (yeah)
Verse 6
Stay
out the
dar
'cause if
I catch
you when the
sun
is down
Run
it clown,
come
up off
that,
or I'm
gon' gun
it down
When in doubt,
however
it's gon'
go
it's
gon' be
that
See
that,
that shit'll
finish
you dawg,
believe
that
Where we
at?
Do
your value
your
life,
as much
as your
possessions?
Don't be
a stupid
nigga,
learn
a lesson
I'm
gon' get
you either
way
and it's better
to
live
Let
me get
what's between
your sock
'cause
it's,
better to
give
Than
receive,
believe
what
I say
when
I tell
you
Don't make
me put
your somewhere
where nobody'll
smell
you
And when
the lights
is out,
they
don't come
back
on
This ain't
a flick
you ain't
gon' come
back
on,
you ain't
that strong
You knew
it was
wrong,
but
you asked
for
it baby
You's
a pink
nigga,
ski
mask
for
it baby
So I
can hit
you up
on Front
Street,
think
it's dumb
sweet?
You want
heat?
One deep,
Verse 7
leave
him behind,
front
seat
Ayo, one,
two,
three,
four,
five, six,
seven
Blaze
the hot
trizack that
sound
like
Heaven
(uh-huh)
Seven, six,
five,
four,
three,
two,
one
Come
on
Mr. Smith,
come
get
some
(some, some, some)
(yeah)
When young
sons
fantasize
of borrowing
flows
Verse 8
Tell
little shorty
with the
big mouth
the
bank
is closed
(ha, word
up)
The symbol
on my arm
is
off limits
to
challengers
You holdin'
rusty
swords
I swing
the Excalibur
How
dare you
step
up in my
dimension
(uh-huh)
Your little
ass
should be somewhere
cryin'
on
detention
Watch
your mouth
better
yet
hold
your tongue
(uh)
I'ma do
this shit
for free
this
time
this one's
for fun
Blow
you to pieces,
leave
you covered
in feces
With one
thesis
(LL Cool
J
is
hard)
Every
little boy
wanna
pick
up the
mic
And try
to run
with the big
boys
and
live up
to the
real
hype
But
that's like
pickin'
up a ball,
playin'
with
Mike
(uh-huh)
Swingin' at Ken
Griffey
or challengin'
Roy to
a fight
(uh)
Snappin', you amateur
MC's
Don't
you know
I'm like
the Dream
Team
tourin'
overseas?
For rappers
in my circle
I'm
a deadly
disease
Ringmaster,
bringin'
a tiger
cub
to
his knees
(uh)
In the
history
of rap
they've never
seen
such
prominence
Your
naïve confidence
gets
crushed
by my
dominance
(word up)
Now
let's
get back
to this
mic
on my
arm
If it
ever left
my side
it'd trans
form
into
a time
bomb
You don't
wanna borrow
that,
you
wanna idolize
And you
don't wanna make
me
mad,
nigga, you
wanna socialize
(yeah)
And I'm daring
every
MC
in
the game
To play
yourself
out
position
and
mention
my name
(LL)
I make a rhyme
for
every syllable
in your name
(uh-huh)
Go
platinum
for
every time
your grimy
ass was
on the train
Watch
your
mouth,
don't ever
step
out of
line
Ll Cool J
nigga,
greatest
of all
time
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