There Was a Murder Lyrics - Clipse

Clipse Til the Casket Drops cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2009-12-8
Genre: Electronic Funk / Soul
Style: Rhythm & Blues/Hip Hop
length: 3:36
I wake up-wake up in the morning,
'Cause them boys come knocking in the morning,
Then I have me girl go flush 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 ya mouth, when they knocking at ya do'
'Cause *****s die out here for snitching,
they dying for snitching, O-K!
These *****s die out here for snitching,
they dying for snitching, O-K!

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 some 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 th'other.
Wish 'em Hell they suffer.


Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing,
They ain't said a word.
Just chalk and yellow tape, with blood 'pon them shirt.
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,
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 ya tongue, is life-and-death, ya feel me?


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CD 1
  • 1 Freedom
  • 2 Popular Demand (Popeyes)
  • 3 Kinda Like a Big Deal
  • 4 Showing Out
  • 5 I'm Good
  • 6 There Was a Murder
  • 7 Door Man
  • 8 Never Will It Stop
  • 9 All Eyes on Me
  • 10 Counseling
  • 11 Champion
  • 12 Footsteps
  • 13 Life Change