There Was a Murder Lyrics
| Song | There Was a Murder |
| Artist | Clipse |
| Album | Til The Casket Drops |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton/Khalil Abdul-Rahman/PRANAM INJETI/Brian Honeycutt/Aaron Bray | |
| 作曲 : Terrence Thornton/Gene Thornton/Khalil Abdul-Rahman/PRANAM INJETI/Brian Honeycutt/Aaron Bray | |
| [Verse 1: Kobe] | |
| 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 | |
| [Hook: Kobe] | |
| 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? | |
| [Verse 2: Pusha T] | |
| 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 | |
| [Hook: Kobe] | |
| 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? | |
| [Verse 3: Malice] | |
| 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? | |
| [Hook: Kobe] | |
| 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? |
| zuo ci : Terrence Thornton Gene Thornton Khalil AbdulRahman PRANAM INJETI Brian Honeycutt Aaron Bray | |
| zuo qu : Terrence Thornton Gene Thornton Khalil AbdulRahman PRANAM INJETI Brian Honeycutt Aaron Bray | |
| Verse 1: Kobe | |
| 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 | |
| Hook: Kobe | |
| There was a murder by the corner house, whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa | |
| Dem boys asking questions now, nonononono | |
| 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? | |
| Verse 2: Pusha T | |
| 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 mixup mixup | |
| Babylon boys, get bodies left for pickup | |
| 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 | |
| Hook: Kobe | |
| There was a murder by the corner house, whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa | |
| Dem boys asking questions now, nonononono | |
| 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? | |
| Verse 3: Malice | |
| 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? | |
| Hook: Kobe | |
| There was a murder by the corner house, whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa | |
| Dem boys asking questions now, nonononono | |
| 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? |
| zuò cí : Terrence Thornton Gene Thornton Khalil AbdulRahman PRANAM INJETI Brian Honeycutt Aaron Bray | |
| zuò qǔ : Terrence Thornton Gene Thornton Khalil AbdulRahman PRANAM INJETI Brian Honeycutt Aaron Bray | |
| Verse 1: Kobe | |
| 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 | |
| Hook: Kobe | |
| There was a murder by the corner house, whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa | |
| Dem boys asking questions now, nonononono | |
| 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? | |
| Verse 2: Pusha T | |
| 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 mixup mixup | |
| Babylon boys, get bodies left for pickup | |
| 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 | |
| Hook: Kobe | |
| There was a murder by the corner house, whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa | |
| Dem boys asking questions now, nonononono | |
| 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? | |
| Verse 3: Malice | |
| 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? | |
| Hook: Kobe | |
| There was a murder by the corner house, whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa | |
| Dem boys asking questions now, nonononono | |
| 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? |
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