[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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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