[WC]
 You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain
 Leanin, scheamin in the Gremlin
 Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton
 to pick this nigga Coolio up
 Two ski masks, on my left a nine
 Nigga on my breath, money on my mind (yeah)
 You god damn right motherfucker it's on again
 Coolio what's the plan?

 [Coolio]
 It's a motherfuckin come up, nigga load ya gun up
 It's gonna be a stick-up, came up on the liquor
 You know that bitch that I used to fuck -- named Theresa
 (Yeah nigga, with the big ass butt)
 Well her brother was a client of mine
 Drive some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)
 Well anyway I got a caper (uh)
 And if we pull it off right we can come up on a stack of paper
 Here go the plan: me, you, and him
 cause the nigga drivin the bus is down with us
 Call Crazy Toones and tell him to give you a ride
 and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five
 Since old people don't trust young niggaz none
 you gotta be disguised like a senior citizen
 Don't worry about escape cause it's OK
 I'll be chillin close behind all the motherfuckin way loc
 And I don't wanna see you act up
 but if anybody trip you better handle that shit

 [WC]
 Nah man fuck this, this shit sound shady as fuck
 You gon' fuck around and have us all stuck motherfucker

 [Coolio]
 Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga
 and let's make some dough, check this:
 Nuttin plus nuttin equal none
 Fool grab the motherfuckin money and run

 [WC] Right come on

 Chorus: WC

 Diamond in the back, sun roof cracked
 Tank on E, niggaz low on cash, oohh-woo
 (some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"



 Chorus

 [WC]
 So now it's goin accordin to plan
 I'm on the back of the bus dressed like a senior citizen
 Sittin on a bus full of old motherfuckers
 Wavin they bibles singin, "I love Jesus!"
 And now my concious is fuckin with me
 cause I'm about to rob the entire gospel choir
 And I ain't askin no questions
 Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings
 Cause I was told at seven on the dot
 No matter the spot, to execute the plot
 And my watch read 6:59
 So aww shucky ducky, quack quack it's yo' time
 Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop pop*
 This is a jack nigga, and I'm startin from the back
 Necklaces, anklets to bracelets
 to the Rolexes, I'm takin all they shit, huh
 I had em shakin, steady fadin, money breakin
 fillin my bag up with bacon
 Lookin out the window at Coolio
 yellin out a car on the side of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"
 Yo, we gon' handle this loc
 I told him like Janet Jackson, I had it under control
 But really I was bein greedy takin too long
 So peep the next verse but first the chorus of song goes

 Chorus

 [WC]
 Standin in the middle of the aisle
 A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to make my escape
 Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga hurry up
 before one-time swoop, and you get us all stuck!"
 Aight so now I'm on my way to the front
 Bus driver, pull to the side or I might have to dump
 He was down with us on our shady operation
 So he pulled the bus over with no hesitation
 But that's when the drama kicked in
 "Motherfucker take that!" *blam* Damn I got shot in the back
 Looked up and who did I see?
 This bitch-made ass bus driver puttin slugs in Dub C
 Twistin afflicted, burnin like syphillis
 Lookin at death and I'm coughin up flesh
 Ran to the car, "Coolio I've been hit" "Huh?"
 "I told you the shit sound like a motherfuckin twist!"

 [Coolio]
 Wait, what's wrong, what the FUCK GOIN ON?!
 This nigga must be trippin, we gon' have to kill him

 [WC] Cool here come nigga grab your gun
 [Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna have me some fun

 Forty-four in the right hand, nine in the left
 So I put twelve rounds in his motherfuckin chest
 I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift
 That's what you get for the twist, yea

 Chorus 2X

 [WC] Maad Circle nigga