[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