| One of twenty, I’m behind the vehicle
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| And there goes the suspect, he saw us now
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| Coolio, c’mon man, hurry up!
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| Back here
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| Police officer, come on out or I’ma send in the dog
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| Police officer, come on out or I’ma send in the dog
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| Front em, front em!
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| Yeahhhh, beeaaaa!
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| Back up in the mutha-fucka
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| Crawlin up the letter to skanless
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| Givin it up, straight holdin my nuts
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| Dub-C nigga, still chanky as fuck
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| Fresh out, so fuck the world nigga
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| This is MAAD Circle to the fullest, everybody killa
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| Takin it back to the days of drum loops
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| And lyrical skills, before niggas got record deals
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| The dope game, when beats was the product
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| And only those with mic control made a profit
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| Before the shady ass contracts and restrictions
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| When niggas true to this ruled the underground connection
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| Back to the days of hardcore
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| So lock your doors, here comes the MAAD Circle
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| «You know, we do whatever we do to survive» |