Bombs Away

(专辑： Dawg House - 1997)

[Insane]
I'm coming straight for your goods, nigga I don't want your lil' hoes
I seen ya smoking opthimals in your benz at my shows
I'ma wait and be patient
Your boy was flossing on Daytons
Caught him at the right time
Tec-9 bullets went to flying
One got hit in the spine, but he made it, that was luck
Y'all drawing 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 slipping, hollow tips gone have him sleeping too long
Beams work better than a scope
He got a red dot on his throat
I pull the trigger, now yo niggas mopping blood off the floor
I'm screaming all out wars
I'm running back to my car
Bitches gone bleed to they death
For fucking round with a vet
I got'z to finish my mission, pipe bomb, hit the ignition
Only nigga wishing, mashing out in the expedition
All black chucks, black jeans, and a black hoodie
Smoked out, puffing on a Keep Moving goody
Fully paid from jacking, I'm stacking a nigga shit
Will invade your mansion, and snatching what we can get
Guess you didn't see us coming 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 letting 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 blasting with thieves
Going 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 representing Big Boy
Killer men taking they cars
Got twenty G's, and I'm jetting
Loaded nine, fuck a Smith & Wesson
Bullets made for cutting and busting 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 hurting from inhaling the burnt flesh
Niggas gotta wear a vest, for fucking round with the best
I'ma psycho sniper killa, on the foreala
Thrilla from Manila, quick to fluffing 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 standing 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 bailing
J-Dawg be choking your bitch, for all the screaming and yelling
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 guessing
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 wishing I catch'em slipping
One of them niggas missing
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 getting 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]