THE CLIPSE

THE CLIPSE - There Was A Murder lyrics

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<span class="feat">(feat. Kobe)</span><br>

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<i>[Intro, Kobe:]</i><br />

I wake up-wake up in the morning,<br />

'Cuz them boys come knocking in the morning,<br />

Then I have me girl go flush in the toilet,<br />

Them say did someone get murdered on the corner?<br />

Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot,<br />

Them say they saw me dere...<br />

My nigga they won't break me, an' I'll go crazy,<br />

Before they make me tell... <br />

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<i>[Hook:]</i><br />

There was a murder by the corner house, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.<br />

Them boys asking questions now, no-no-no-no-no.<br />

Now everybody seen it, but don't nobody know,<br />

What happened to the boy down the street a week ago;<br />

Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low,<br />

Don't open ya mouth, when they knocking at ya do'<br />

'Cause niggas die out here for snitching, they dying for snitching...O-K!<br />

These niggas die out here for snitching, they dying for snitching...O-K! <br />

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<i>[Pusha-T:]</i><br />

Those who break the code, we dig them hole.<br />

What's worse than a street nigga that sells his soul?<br />

Via the life we chose, we pick our roles,<br />

Bad man stands an' fall but never fold.<br />

Gangster turn informer when the jig's up,<br />

Ya tool mix-up mix-up,<br />

Babylon boys, get bodies left for pick-up. <br />

Blood puddle, gun muffle, guns couple,<br />

Muzzle in mouth, we bring trouble.<br />

Soon police come rush, whole family crushed,<br />

All because them pussies couldn't 'ush.<br />

Shot box mouths with no covers,<br />

Body 'pon body gets stacked, one top th'other.<br />

Wish them hadn't to suffer.<br />

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<i>[HOOK]</i> <br />

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<i>[Malice:]</i><br />

Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing,<br />

They ain't said a word.<br />

Just chalk and yellow tape, with blood 'pon them shirts.<br />

Ashes to ashes his body back to the Earth,<br />

That casket drop six feet, then throw upon it dirt.<br />

"Mum's the word", that's hustler's etiquette;<br />

Ya rather hang yourself, than turn state evidence <br />

Ever since, I was young, never talk to the folk;<br />

Tongue small like a rudder, yet steer the 'ole boat!<br />

Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float;<br />

Telling the Feds everyting they wanna know;<br />

That fatal blow took his very last breath,<br />

The power of ya tongue, is life-and-death, ya feel me?<br />

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<i>[HOOK]</i>

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