J-Dawg Lyrics

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Bombs Away Lyrics

f/ Insane

 

 (Insane)

 I'm comin' straight for your goods, nigga I don't want your lil' hoes

 I seen ya smokin' opthimals in your benz at my shows

 I'ma wait and be patient

 Your boy was flossin' on Daytons

 Caught him at the right time

 Tec-9 bullets went to flyin'

 One got hit in the spine, but he made it, that was luck

 Y'all drawin' plans to see the man, lil' Frankie here, so what's up?

 I drew some plans of my own

 Your partner's home all alone

 Shouldn't have been slippin', hollow tips gone have him sleepin' too long

 Beams work better than a scope

 He got a red dot on his throat

 I pull the trigger, now yo niggas moppin' blood off the floor

 I'm screamin' all out wars

 I'm runnin' back to my car

 Bitches gone bleed to they death

 For fuckin' round with a vet

 I got'z to finish my mission, pipe bomb, hit the ignition

 Only nigga wishin', mashin' out in the expedition

 All black chucks, black jeans, and a black hoodie

 Smoked out, puffin' on a Keep Movin' goody

 Fully paid from jackin', I'm stackin' a nigga shit

 Will invade your mansion, and snatchin' what we can get

 Guess you didn't see us comin' cuz we came in the dark

 Blew that ass up, like it's centennial park

 Bombs Away!

 

 [Chorus: J-Dawg]

 Nigga, nigga Bombs Away (8x)

 

 (Insane)

 Y'all thought Insane couldn't flow

 But I took control of the show

 And these soldiers ain't lettin' go til' your people hit the floor

 i got'z to get to your G's, cuz mine come on a freeze

 I smoke a gang of that weed, then I straight be blastin' with thieves

 Goin' all out for this shit

 How many domes I'ma split?

 I'm just a hustler from the door with a hundred chickens to get

 Your day gone fade in the black

 The camp be on the attack

 You think it's cool? I got my strap, I blast ya clean off the map

 I'm representin' Big Boy

 Killer men takin' they cars

 Got twenty G's, and I'm jettin'

 Loaded nine, fuck a Smith & Wesson

 Bullets made for cuttin' and bustin' a nigga chest

 Dynamite, one light put your whole firm to rest

 Hate to be the nigga had to find that bloody mess

 Nose still hurtin' from inhalin' the burnt flesh

 Niggas gotta wear a vest, for fuckin' round with the best

 I'ma psycho sniper killa, on the foreala

 Thrilla from Manila, quick to fluffin' your coffin pillow

 Hit'cha for your scrilla then crack the top on the 'ze

 And when you make it, tell your maker that Insane don't play

 Bombs Away nigga!

 

 (J-Dawg)

 Bombs Away nigga

 

 [sound of explosion]

 

 Chorus

 

 (Insane)

 Soon as you thought it was over

 I'm standin' over your shoulders

 Right there in the middle of your crib

 Got thirty seconds to live

 You'll take a shank in the rib, bleed, fall to the floor

 I bet you bitches never disrespect the camp no more

 I roll with nathan but felons

 Soon as they finish we bailin'

 J-Dawg be chokin' your bitch, for all the screamin' and yellin'

 Never had love for no hoes

 I hit that hoe with bow-lows

 She got some knots on her head

 Her man about to be dead

 Grab my weapon, ain't no time for guessin'

 That's out of the question

 Niggas tried to blast me, cop killers taught him a lesson

 Four niggas against a veteran

 Can't win, in this profession

 My life, be like a mission

 With Tokyo ammunition

 I'm wishin' I catch'em slippin'

 One of them niggas missin'

 Big Mitch in the other room

 With a bomb strapped to the broom

 We made it out to the van

 He got the switch in his hand

 That's the plan

 Make them bitches think they gettin' away

 I hit the switch in broad day, you know the camp don't play

 Bombs away nigga!

 

 (J-Dawg)

 Bombs Away

 

 [sound of explosion]