| One of twenty, I’m behind the vehicle |
| And there goes the suspect, he saw us now |
| Coolio, c’mon man, hurry up! |
| 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 |
| Front em, front em! |
| 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» |