Bombs Away
J-Dawg Lyrics

(Insane) I'm comin' straight for your goods, nigga I don't want your lil' hoes
I'm targeting you directly to take what you have, I am not interested in your women

I seen ya smokin' opthimals in your benz at my shows
I witnessed you smoking drugs while in your Benz at my concerts

I'ma wait and be patient Your boy was flossin' on Daytons Caught him at the right time Tec-9 bullets went to flyin'
I'll wait and be patient until the right moment, your companion was showing off his expensive wheels, and I took the opportunity and started shooting with my Tec-9 bullets

One got hit in the spine, but he made it, that was luck
One of them was hit in the spine, but he got lucky and survived

why'all drawin' plans to see the man, lil' Frankie here, so what's up?
You all are plotting to meet up and see the man, but what's the deal with little Frankie here?

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
I made some plans of my own, your partner is alone at home and shouldn't have let his guard down, if he does, my hollow bullets will put him to sleep for a long time

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
Laser beams are more effective than a scope, he has a red dot on his throat, I shot and now your people are cleaning his blood from 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 am screaming out that there's a war, now I am running to my car and those women will bleed to death for messing with an experienced fighter

I got'z to finish my mission, pipe bomb, hit the ignition Only nigga wishin', mashin' out in the expedition
I need to complete my mission, a pipe bomb does the trick, I am the only one who is hoping, rushing out in my 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
I am wearing all-black Chuck Taylors shoes, black jeans, and a black hoodie, getting high with the Keep Movin' brand and fully paid from stealing, I am gaining money from someone else's assets

Will invade your mansion, and snatchin' what we can get Guess you didn't see us comin' cause we came in the dark
We will enter your mansion and take whatever we can get, you didn't notice us coming because we came in the dark

Blew that ass up, like it's centennial park Bombs Away!
We blew that person up just like in Centennial Park, Bombs Away!

[Chorus: J-Dawg] Nigga, nigga Bombs Away (8x)
The chorus repeats the phrase 'nigga, nigga bombs away' eight times

(Insane) why'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
You thought that I cannot rap, but I took over the performance, and these soldiers will not back down until your people fall to the ground

i got'z to get to your G's, 'cause mine come on a freeze I smoke a gang of that weed, then I straight be blastin' with thieves
I need to confront your gangsters since mine are on vacation, after I smoke weed, I am ready to fight alongside 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
I am going all out for this, how many people will I kill? I am just a hustler wanting to acquire a hundred women

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
Your end is near, and the camp will attack, you think you're cool? I have my gun, I will shoot you off the face of the earth

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
I represent Big Boy and thieves that steal cars, I have twenty grand and I am leaving, I prefer a loaded nine and dislike the Smith & Wesson gun. I want bullets made to cut and burst through a person's 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
Dynamite, one explosion can eliminate your entire group of people. I wouldn't want to be the one discovering that bloody mess, perfume still smells bad from inhaling 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
People need to wear bulletproof vests if they mess around with the best. I am a crazy person, skilled in sniping, like the Thrilla in Manila boxing match, quick to fluff 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!
I will hit you for your money and then open a drink, when you get to Heaven, tell God that I am incredibly violent, Bombs Away, nigga!

(J-Dawg) Bombs Away nigga
J-Dawg repeats the phrase 'Bombs Away, nigga'

[sound of explosion]
The song features the sound of an explosion

Chorus
The chorus repeats the phrase 'nigga, nigga bombs away' eight times

(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
Just when you think it's over, I am standing behind you, right in the middle of your home. You have 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
You will be stabbed on your rib, bleeding, and fall to the ground. I bet you and your companions will never disrespect our group again

I roll with nathan but felons Soon as they finish we bailin' J-Dawg be chokin' your bitch, for all the screamin' and yellin'
I am with a group of felons, we leave soon after finishing. J-Dawg is suffocating your woman because she is screaming

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
I never loved your women. I punched the woman really hard, causing bumps on her head. Her partner is going to die

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
I grab my gun, there's no time to hesitate, I need to act. Someone tried to kill me, but I learned from cop killers and stopped him

Four niggas against a veteran Can't win, in this profession My life, be like a mission With Tokyo ammunition
Four men versus a seasoned fighter, they have no chance, not in this industry. My life is 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
I want to catch them off guard. One of them is missing. Big Mitch is in the other room with a bomb attached to a 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
We arrived at the vehicle, and he has the detonator in his hand. That's the plan, let them think they are getting away

I hit the switch in broad day, you know the camp don't play Bombs away nigga!
I turned on the detonator during the day, you know our group is not playing around, Bombs Away, nigga!

(J-Dawg) Bombs Away [sound of explosion]
J-Dawg repeats the phrase 'Bombs Away' and the song features another sound of an explosion