[Produced by Tunna BeatZ]
[Verse - JC]
Now look, I'm straight pissed
I'm bout to unroll my fist
Duct tape it when I roll through the SiX
And the theory of everything don't teach sh**
So the real gangstas are still on the streets
Tryna teach a toddler how to pack heat
Well, life ain't sh** then you die
Everything's the truth until one thing's a lie
In Missouri, got a story to tell
And no, it ain't bout no white girl fall in a well
This a legend, got more viewers than Saved By The Bell
If you don't wanna hear it then you can go to hell
It started last week, on the day on the fourth
n***a got more snow on 'em, than Snow White and a dwarf
He was waiting on homies to write verses but they slow
So he broke up with her girl and called her up to call her hoe
And she never responded, she had already moved on
To a Mexican boy, thought he would get his groove on
But she still hung up on this boy, no tell fair
After all, he ain't no prince of Bel-Air
He just a rapper with an adapter and a MAC-10
Loaded up two clips of 5 and then he splat 10
But who's counting, n***as they wanna thistle
But never are they hating when a f**ing bullet whistle
This promotion, no negotiation
Participation, no investigation
Temporary Insanity, y'all will be waiting
Cause my n***as out there are still paging
SiX Theory, presented by the two belly
JC, new nickname ZooVeli
That's the last story I'll tell, are you shocked, n***a?
Catch a bullet, warm it, cause I'm hot n***a!