[WC]    aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the lip    talkin' about the last sucka to fuck up, and stuff like that, loc, what's up?    [Coolio]    yeah, don't beleive everything you read, fool       [WC]    nah, they know what time it is    but, you know, for those who don't know    I think it's time that we step to the mic and set the record straight    aiyo, G    we're gon' do it like this    why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc       [Coolio]    right    all you niggas run and tell a friend, um    bad mutha fuckas is bad again    MAAD Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and    if I tell I got a fo'ty four and    I shoot they ass up like rifleman    'cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan    them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up    and I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck    so throw your mutha fucking M in the sky    if the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye    if you leaped up your seat you met your doom    Big G could start a fight in an empty room    you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes    Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon    I don't give a fuck about you or your crew    (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)       {Chorus}    brothers of the mother MAAD Circle    I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who       [WC]    nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street    it's the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* I smell booty    stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket    getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C    the quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it    yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas    (I don't know)    don't they know, um    I gets busy like Illegal    flow like water    drop bomb shit like a seagull    a janky ass nigga known to sag    and like Old English, I'm setting mutha fuckas on they ass    diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow    decapitating rappers and pissin' down they throats    cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol macking    and like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)    and jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static    nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it    these ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals    I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills    but that's alright because I gotta kill a crew    (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)       {Chorus}       [Coolio]    another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla    it's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar    I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it    turn it to the hook and kick in the door    may all the traytons be forgot    but if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots    I, always feel like somebody's watchin' me    and, even though you're watchin, you can't stop a G    cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see    you might build a rep, but not on the C, double O to the L to the I to the O    with the mutha fucking god damn flow    so, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket    wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus    yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew    (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)       {Chorus}       [Coolio]    un huh    all you punk ass mutha fuckas    the real steel is in the heel for year feel    brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah    we're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch