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There Was a Murder

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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

M**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 up 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

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