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J-Dawg - Bombs Away lyrics
(feat. 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 [x8]
 [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
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 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]








