M.I.C. Aka Mr.Ice Cream - Howling

With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
I don't do this shit for the TV
I don't do this shit for the money
I do it for the streets
Niggas is out here hungry
Chasin' that money
Lookin' like zombies
No conscience, no non sense
Knock your conscience out for non sense
My stomach is growlin', wildin' for commas
Cross me I get you I promise
It can be years Ima holla
Choppa with a beam for a fuck nigga problem
A problem with problems surrounded by snakes
And rats at the bottom
Screamin' for help get ate
On my momma
No sleepin', no sleepin'
Let's get it, let's get it
I'm with everything, is you wit it
Turn out and turn up, thats pimpin
Fuckin wit vicious white bitches
My main bitch a Rebel and she go and get it
I think she addicted
Trippy still wit the business
Droppin' monsters they starvin'
40's wit 30's they heartless
Trappin' or Rappin'
Pimpin' or Savage
Either way we gotta have it
These streets is cold better keep a coat
A small circle and a down bitch
Don't shake hands unless you dyin' wit me
That's a new rule on some real shit
If it ain't business I ain't trying to know you
And a square bitch I don't wanna know you
Ima pyschopath when it's bout cash
Like a mental patient selling pills
Nothing over cash
I'm in the field niggas and I feel niggas
Fuck cops and being broke
That's real nigga like a real nigga
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
Lil' niggas is dying daily and these lil bitches is havin' babies
Rollin' down that I-20 with them wrapped packs knocking Pac "Krazy"
Pray for me but you cant save me, the world crazy and bout dollas
Maserati's and Lambo's but I used to want that Impala
Seen shit that change shit like my appetite and ambition
Take flights like fuck life, move around while these niggas dissin'
Can't make it wishin' better go and get it like a prostitute or bitch strippin'
How the fuck a bitch broke when every rapper bout tippin'
Smoke loud, sip lean, pop pills and pour liquor
For real niggas R.I.P and doin' life in the zone nigga
Did a bid and lost kids, lost friends that wasn't real
Made it out that zone just to come home to this battlefield
No sleep till they kill me, can't give up so I'm all in
Cops killin' these lil niggas and George Zimmerman walkin'
So how the fuck they supposed to care when nobody don't give a fuck
Lay us down or lock us up right or wrong get your cash up
Shoot first 'cause they gon shoot and them judges takin' them pay offs
J. Edgar made the feds to keep knocking us niggas off and y'all niggas soft
Cause y'all can't see they coming like they got enemies
Two felonies you kill mine I swear to god I'm on three
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat
With niggas that howl at the moon bang bang bang eat

Written by:
Jamon Brooks

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