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letra de in da building - mr. groove

unh…unh
are you ready?
verse one:
parental discretion’s advised cuhz the moment has arrived to set it off
by blowin’ up the spot with the toss of a molotov
groove the big boss done rode in while gropin’ the fin
the kingpin’s about to p-ss in the wind
i’m poppin’ clips that extend past the palm when they slapped in
and this here is the sound of revenge..let it begin
fool it’s hard to defend i spit that hard core malice to the very end
cuhz murder one is how it was written
my 4 pound it be hittin’ like a b-ss drum cuhz i come from
where them sets be trippin’
you see the king of the mountain he has arisen from the ash of the rhythm
with them rocks shining bright as a prism
locked up the block like the walls of a prison
i traffic blow with the lynch-men
and them criminals know i’m the vision
i occupy the pole position and smash that means you’re sh-t outta luck fool
you’re never out of range, you’re never out of touch what’s up?!

hook:
cuhz hangman is in the buildin’ flashin’
in spectacular fashion bout to get it crackin’ (get it crackin’)
so throw your hands to the ceiling
cuhz there ain’t no lastin’ the action
when groove start to flashin’
and mami can’t fight the feeling
see me in an aston smashin’ cuhz of the paper stackin’
the king’s back so they kneelin’ before the throne
stackin’ paper so it’s on

verse two:
you should’ve checked the description before you chose to take a drink of the venom
now your body’s back-firin’ pistons, got cha loosing religion
cuhz when the stars are aligned it’s hammer time
and the moment that your warrant was signed
i bring the heat like the ghost rider so i’m puttin flame to the street
in a slab ridin’ on 83’s
bombin’ like al aaeda groove’s the messiah the last of a dying breed
with that fast and that furious speed
n-ggas with animosity i tell em step on up
and be a part of that infamous vertical rush; so put yo hands up
groove’s about to erupt i’m p-ssin’ the buck
and not the dollar sign n-gga the pump
there ain’t no future in yo front stop trying i’m supplyin’ the weight
no body eat until i finish the grace make no mistake
i hit the ghetto wit the metal lit the burner on the stove
i’m packin’ bangers with this dope to insure that it’s federal

verse three:
it’s that causal effect caused by my canon duet
that makes these mother f-ckers jet soon as they peep my silhouette
i’m from that criminal set
so i possess the heart of a vet
and that gang-bang etiquette that slang cain regiment
it’s hangman in this b-tch and testament to my will
i hold the noose as evidence of the k!ll
so the entire nation know that my criminal flow is indestructible
with adamantium in my bones
i brought it back to the bricks for all my n-ggas that pitch
so here’s a fix to pump it in your veins and relish the hit
because that counterfeit music is subject to abuse
so the boss make it bang like the deuce who got the juice now
i sn-tch breath cuhz i’m tryin’ to catch death
toss from the stretch hit the mark with the tech
cause the darkness to set so everybody know me
that n-gga from the hmg mr. groove

- mr groove

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