There Was A Murder Lyrics - Til The Casket Drops - Clipse

I wake up, wake up in the morning 

'Cause them boys come knocking in the morning 

Then I have me girl go flush it in the toilet 

Them say did someone get murdered on the corner 

Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot 

Them say they saw me there 

My *** they won't break me 

Man, I'll go crazy before they make me tell 

There was a murder by the corner house 

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 

Them boys asking questions now 

No, no, no, no, no 

Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know 

What happened to the boy down the street a week ago 

Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low 

Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 

'Cause *** die out here for snitching 

They die for snitching, okay 

These *** die out here for snitching 

They die for snitching, okay 

Those who break the code we dig them hole 

What's worse than a street *** that sells his soul? 

Via the life we chose, we picked our roles 

Bad man stands and fall but never fold 

Gangster turn informer when the jig's up, your tool mix up, mix up 

Babylon boys get bodies left for pick up 

Blood puddle, gun muffle, guns couple 

Muzzle in mouth, we bring trouble 

Soon police come rush, whole family crushed 

All because them *** couldn't 'ush 

Shot box mouths with no covers 

Body 'pon body gets stacked one top the other 

Wish them hadn't to suffer 

There was a murder by the corner house 

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 

Them boys asking questions now 

No, no, no, no, no 

Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know 

What happened to the boy down the street a week ago 

Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low 

Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 

'Cause *** die out here for snitching 

They die for snitching, okay 

These *** die out here for snitching 

They die for snitching, okay 

Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing, they ain't said a word 

Just chalk and yellow tape with blood 'pon them shirts 

Ashes to ashes, his body back to the earth 

That casket dropped six feet then throw upon it dirt 

Mum's the word, that's hustler's etiquette 

Ya rather hang yourself than turn state evidence 

Ever since I was young never talk to the folk 

Tongue small like a rudder yet steer the 'ole boat 

Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float 

Telling the Feds everything they wanna know 

That fatal blow took his very last breath 

The power of the tongue, is life and death, you feel me? 

There was a murder by the corner house 

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 

Them boys asking questions now 

No, no, no, no, no 

Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know 

What happened to the boy down the street a week ago 

Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low 

Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 

'Cause *** die out here for snitching 

They die for snitching, okay 

These *** die out here for snitching 

They die for snitching, okay