No One Does It Better (feat. Ashanti)

[Hook: Ashanti] Na na na na na la la la la Na na na na na la la la la Na na na na na la la la la No one does it like Murder Inc. Na na na na na la la la la Na na na na na la la la la Na na na na na la la la la Baby, no one does it like Murder Inc. [Charli Baltimore] Ain't none better, repeat the letters Murder I-N-C f**ka, we go together, Lord When you see the pink hair the Inc. here F**k - we can do it mixtape or dubbed And by the underground bastards, appeal to the masses Style like Jackie on asses, come through with Jackie on glasses Protectin yo asses, 7 inch classes, F**K ya'll bastards G - catch a wiff of the murderous bitch, the murderous clique Like you never heard of the G From the muscle like crime life like corner hustlers And the, tunner winter shit, tell me I ain't a winner ?, Got my mind on my money and my money in my pocket Who the f**k gon' stop it, time for the honey is up So dummy it up, who the F**K gon' knock it Now that The Inc. locked it, Chuck [Hook] [Charli Baltimore] We got vision by I.G. - hook by Ashanti Got Chuck spittin, where the f**k ya'll fit in Those without my name recognition C.B. - bitch of the commision, still play my position Oh, won't settle, put the foot to the pedal And knee short Staletto's, the chick is still ghetto Hold the bitch down, but not on her I'm rissen, mind driven like hundred mile commisions How I'm spittin, niggaz is rewritin, and I'm just bullshittin Gon' know when I'm hittin (uh) Wrists start slittin, I'm killin 'em soft A Predator, Slow Burn and I'm killin 'em off Now, back to back let's pace it, 5 steps Who wanna test the streets is on a record 187 mami, click behind me, ya'll know what the sellin be Kill 'em with the melody, Chuck [Hook] [Charli Baltimore] Now who that baige bitch poppin that shit like she cocky eyed Inc. mami, bitch know how to find me Out 'til the late night, studio trouble maker Ass don't know how to take a (Murderous) love the hater Flows liek an elevator, 'cause each level I'm up, I get off F**ker, who wanna cross the line It's real thin with a pad and a pen And I spit 10 and throw ya'll 6 for the win Again - ya'll heard me, niggaz thought but the chicks all girly Body all curvy, F**K how the world be I'm mobbin' on the top of ya'll I-N-C and C.B. cock-blockin' ya'll, Chuck [Hook]