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"U Know Hoo"

Aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the lip
Talkin' about the last sucka to f*ck up, and stuff like that, loc, what's up?

Yeah, don't beleive everything you read, fool

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

All you n*ggas run and tell a friend, um
Bad mutha f*ckas is back 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 f*ckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back cause I don't give a f*ck
So throw your mutha f*cking M in the sky
If the n*gga 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 f*ck with me, you gotta f*ck with Crazy Toones
Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon
I don't give a f*ck about you or your crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)

Brothers of the mother MAAD Circle
I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who

n*gga 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 f*cka wanna basket
Getting paid by you n*ggas from the n*gga Dub' C
The quicker to sticker, sucka n*gga killa, bust it
Yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha f*ckas
(I don't know, loc)
Don't they know, um
I gets busy like Illegal
Flow like water
Drop bomb sh*t like a seagull
A janky ass n*gga known to sag
And like Old English, I'm setting mutha f*ckas on they ass
Diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow
Decapitating rappers and p*ssin' down they throats
Cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol packing
And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)
And jabbin' stabbin' mutha f*cka you don't want static
Nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it
These ol' whack ass n*ggas 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)


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 f*cking god damn flow
So, f*ck it, f*ck it, fo' n*ggas 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)


Un huh
All you punk ass mutha f*ckas
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

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