Charli Baltimore 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]