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J-Dawg - 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] |
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