There Was a Murder - Clipse

I wake up, wake up in the morning

Cause dem boys come knocking in the morning

Then I have me girl go flush it in the toilet

Dem say did someone get murdered on the corner?

Dem say did someone see me, seen someone get shot

Dem say they saw me there

My nigga 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

Dem 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

And ain’t nobody talking, they keep it on the low

Don’t open ya mouth when they knocking at ya door

Cause niggas die out here for snitching

They dying for snitching, okay?

These niggas die out here for snitching

They dying for snitching, okay?

Those who break the code, we dig them holes

What’s worse than a street nigga that sells his soul?

Be it the life we chose, we pick our roles

Bad man stands an' fall but never fold

Gangster turn informer when the jig’s up, ya 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 pussies couldn’t hush

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

Dem 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

And ain’t nobody talking, they keep it on the low

Don’t open ya mouth when they knocking at ya door

Cause niggas die out here for snitching

They dying for snitching, okay?

These niggas die out here for snitching

They dying for snitching, okay?

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

Just chalk and yellow tape, with blood 'pon dem shirts

Ashes to ashes, his body back to the Earth

That casket drop six feet then throw upon it dirt

«Mum's the word», that’s hustler’s etiquette

You’d rather hang yourself than turn state evidence

Ever since I was young, never talk to the folk

Tongue small like a rudder, yet steered the 'ole boat!

Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float

Telling the Feds everyting they wanna know

That fatal blow took his very last breath

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

There was a murder by the corner house, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Dem 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

And ain’t nobody talking, they keep it on the low

Don’t open ya mouth when they knocking at ya door

Cause niggas die out here for snitching

They dying for snitching, okay?

These niggas die out here for snitching

They dying for snitching, okay?