No One Does It Better Lyrics

No One Does It Better lyrics

[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 fucka, we go together, Lord

 When you see the pink hair the Inc. here

 Fuck - 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, FUCK 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 fuck gon' stop it, time for the honey is up

 So dummy it up, who the FUCK 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 fuck 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

 Fucker, 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, FUCK 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]