Intro

*helicopter flies overhead* [cop] One of twenty, I'm behind the vehicle And there goes the suspect, he saw us now *police siren* *chopper still flying around* *chains rustling* Coolio, c'mon man, hurry up! *chopper makes another pass* *somebody whistles* *chains rustling* *siren stops* [cop] Back here Police officer, come on out or I'ma send in the dog Police officer, come on out or I'ma send in the dog *whispered "fuck em"* Front em, front em!! [WC] Yeahhhh, beeaaaa!! Back up in the mutha-fucka Crawlin up the letter to skanless Givin it up, straight holdin my nuts Dub-C nigga, still chanky as fuck Fresh out, so fuck the world nigga This is MAAD Circle to the fullest, everybody killa Takin it back to the days of drum loops And lyrical skills, before niggas got record deals The dope game, when beats was the product And only those with mic control made a profit Before the shady ass contracts and restrictions When niggas true to this ruled the underground connection Back to the days of hardcore So lock your doors, here comes the MAAD Circle "You know, we do whatever we do to survive"