*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 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"