Tekst:
Wc And The Maad Circle Curb Servin

feel me while I dip through your hood Just mobbin and squabbin cause we up to no good (No good) I got a MAAD-ass Circle full of gees Rollin treys and fo's and

cocaine! Doub C's at the muthafuckin rockhouse And I'm, hopin one of y'all can help me out, see My brother's a basehead and I gotta get him Before Mr

and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga and let's make some dough, check this: Nuttin plus nuttin equal none Fool grab the motherfuckin money and run [WC] Right

m blowed! Cause now I'm havin illusions, illusions of me on channel eleven on a black and white tube and Mack and the Gene are one of mine show Hangin with Sinead and

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

hand in hand Thirty thousand motherfuckers deep, ready for action and All you seen was niggaz and knick-kickers Bailin on this mission, hesta coalition Checkin through the vicinity, for enemies And