Halsted Boyz
By Kenny Mac
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[hook]
Dont fuck with us we gon leave niggas in pain
He sneak dissing but he just dont know my name
We gon fuck shit up for thinking its a game
Shoot him in his snooze should get with the news
And its a halsted boyz Campaign
We on dog Pound let off all rounds shoot em all down
We on mac block sending mac shots leave ya back hot
We on [?] where the weapons be if you testing me
And on loe Life we'll take yo Life and for low price
[verse1]
We halsted, and I dont Think Its alot of niggas like mines
And I dont Think its alot of hitter like mine cause yo gun ain't gon squeeze the trigger like mine
We Lawson, we Lawson, Catch yo man T in a coffin
The opps Always talking Shells in his head leave a lil nigga thoughtless
We some ballers, we some ballers, we the shit but thats sick thoughts
With my dick yea that she stalking, smoking on gas and we gotta be coughing
And im on halsted, on halsted, and If I see a opp ima off him
If I see a opp im a off him when I Catch his ass im off him
These niggas hating cuz they see me coming fast
Gotta Watch ya back cause the snakes in the grass
The opps ride past then you know im gon blast, but Ion need a gun ill baet a nigga ass
Niggas sneak dissing cause they all want clout
Riding on yo block ain't nobody out
But on the internet he say everybody out
Ima just say fuck it and shoot everybody house
And free boobie he a shooter
Talking opp shit then boobie he'll shoot ya
Say you with the gang but nobody never knew ya
Clips so long and thirtys on our rugers
You can't stop me when I go
And if Im on yo ass then all you can do is hope
Call up juice he shoot a goofy with a scope
And if you looking for me catching me in the halsted sto
[hook]
[verse2]
Bitch im up next, im on halsted and im running trough a check
On his ass smoking gas out his set, rest in Peace J squad fuck the rest
We make a mess, dissrespect I put this Tech up on his neck
223s they gon keep going trough his vest, you a fried blowing trees no stress
He sending treaths, saying what you gon do when its a bet
And my Brothers say how many can you Catch, you all want talk but know where im at
Where we at, OTD and DPC be the set
J or Marcs is the dilla of Death, saying you a goonie ima put you to the test
[hook]
Dont fuck with us we gon leave niggas in pain
He sneak dissing but he just dont know my name
We gon fuck shit up for thinking its a game
Shoot him in his snooze should get with the news
And its a halsted boyz Campaign
We on dog Pound let off all rounds shoot em all down
We on mac block sending mac shots leave ya back hot
We on [?] where the weapons be if you testing me
And on loe Life we'll take yo Life and for low price
[verse1]
We halsted, and I dont Think Its alot of niggas like mines
And I dont Think its alot of hitter like mine cause yo gun ain't gon squeeze the trigger like mine
We Lawson, we Lawson, Catch yo man T in a coffin
The opps Always talking Shells in his head leave a lil nigga thoughtless
We some ballers, we some ballers, we the shit but thats sick thoughts
With my dick yea that she stalking, smoking on gas and we gotta be coughing
And im on halsted, on halsted, and If I see a opp ima off him
If I see a opp im a off him when I Catch his ass im off him
These niggas hating cuz they see me coming fast
Gotta Watch ya back cause the snakes in the grass
The opps ride past then you know im gon blast, but Ion need a gun ill baet a nigga ass
Niggas sneak dissing cause they all want clout
Riding on yo block ain't nobody out
But on the internet he say everybody out
Ima just say fuck it and shoot everybody house
And free boobie he a shooter
Talking opp shit then boobie he'll shoot ya
Say you with the gang but nobody never knew ya
Clips so long and thirtys on our rugers
You can't stop me when I go
And if Im on yo ass then all you can do is hope
Call up juice he shoot a goofy with a scope
And if you looking for me catching me in the halsted sto
[hook]
[verse2]
Bitch im up next, im on halsted and im running trough a check
On his ass smoking gas out his set, rest in Peace J squad fuck the rest
We make a mess, dissrespect I put this Tech up on his neck
223s they gon keep going trough his vest, you a fried blowing trees no stress
He sending treaths, saying what you gon do when its a bet
And my Brothers say how many can you Catch, you all want talk but know where im at
Where we at, OTD and DPC be the set
J or Marcs is the dilla of Death, saying you a goonie ima put you to the test
[hook]
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