(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]
