Friendly Murder Songtext
von Lord Gary

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