Tunna Beatz - Promotion lyrics

[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!