Clipse - There Was a Murder lyrics

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?