Friendly Murder

Here's the situation
 I'm in the kitchen rinsing off my dinner plate when
 I get a message from the homie Nathan about niggas hating
 Saying that they're gonna lay me down with no hesitation
 Nathan gather up the congregation wit no hesitation I'm declaring war
 These nigga want it they're gonna get it raw, Ol' Dirty Bastards
 Lay low, I need to make a call
 Hit up the homie Carl, bring the artillery we gon' need it all
 (Nigga what you need) nigga, glocks and choppers
 Fuck it a rocket launcher to pop the monster
 The mindstate of a mobster, when niggas think it's sweet like Wonka
 We can get gangsta any day, yeah any way
 That rude boy Gary set fire to bloodclot face (sheesh)
 As I wait for the delivery
 If I get caught, I hope the city remembers for this
 Murder
 Murder
 Murder (murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
 Murder (murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
 Carl delivers the goods, I assemble the team
 The entire regime is strapped with hammers that clean
 Them steeet sweepers, and they gon' need a big ass dustpan
 When I'm finished turning the whole block into dust man
 Nathan hop inside of the car with me
 Told the rest of the army to go ahead without me
 Nathan started walking around me
 The expression on his face resembles pouting
 And so I ask what's wrong dog he said Gary it's time
 I've been waiting patiently for it to be just you and I
 Huh? He said he's coming for my spot on top
 And there was nothing I can do to stop him from taking my spot
 Cocks the glock, what you talking about
 Soon as he parted his mouth I let shots come out
 Damn Nate you was supposed to be Manolo
 But oh no, you wanted to be Tony on the low though, forcing me to
 Murder
 Murder
 Murder (murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
 Murder (murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill)
 Now I'm sitting here in denial
 Did I really just kill my man in this vile and awful way
 I remove my hand from my face and look at him
 Sitting there bloody, my motherfucking buddy
 How we get here, nigga we was raised together
 Played together, shit we got laid together
 Remember back at Charlene's sweet 16
 We ran up in them twin girls Ronnie and Ragene
 Plus, I held you down with that abortion money
 Shit you was there when it first became extortion money
 To that nigga give it up, remember that
 Had to put it down because he
 talking about some never that, fuck is he?
 Our secret that's what we said
 Damn my nigga I can't believe you dead
 As I walk away he wakes and pulls on my leg
 Then the corner of the table met the corner of my head
 Murder