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kenny mac - halsted boyz lyrics

[hook]
dont f-ck with us we leave n-gg-s in pain
he sneak dissing but he just dont know my name
we gon f-ck shit up if you thinking its a game
shoot him if he snoozin get with the movement
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 for low price

[verse 1]
we halsted, and i dont think its alot of n-gg-s like mines
and i dont think its alot of hitters like mine cause yo gun ain’t gon squeeze the trigger like mine
we lawson, we lawson, catch yo mans he in a coffin
the opps always talking sh-lls in his head leave a lil n-gg- thoughtless
we some bosses, we some bosses, we the shit but thats sick thoughts
with my d-ck 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 -ss im off him
these n-gg-s hating cuz they see me coming fast
gotta watch ya back cause the snakes in the gr-ss
the opps ride past then you know im gon blast, but ion need a gun ill baet a n-gg- -ss
n-gg-s sneak dissing cause they all want clout
riding on yo block ain’t n-body out
but on the internet he say everybody out
ima just say f-ck it and shoot everybody house
and free b–bie he a shooter
talking opp shit then b–bie he’ll shoot ya
say you with the gang but n-body never knew ya
clips so long and thirtys on our rugers
you can’t stop me when i go
and if im on yo -ss 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 store on david!

[hook]

[verse 2]
b-tch im up next, im on halsted and im running trough a check
on his -ss smoking gas out his set, rest in peace j squad f-ck 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]

- kenny mac lyrics

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