*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'mma send in the dog
Police officer, come on out or I'mma 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 n***a, still chanky as fuck
Fresh out, so fuck the world n***a
This is MAAD Circle to the fullest, everybody killa
Takin it back to the days of drum loops
And lyrical skills, before n***as 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 n***as true to this ruled the underground connection
Back to the days of hardcore
So lock your doors, here comes the MAAD Circle