Ashanti 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 f___a, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
f___ - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground b______s, appeal to the masses
Style like Jackie on a__es, come through with Jackie on glasses
Protectin Onasis, 7 inch classes, f___ ya'll b______s
G - catch a wiff of the murderous b____, the murderous clique
Like you never heard of the G
From the muscle like crime life like corner hustlers
And the, tunner winter s___, tell me I ain't a winner
??, Got my mind on my money and my money in my pocket
Who the f___ gon' stop it, time for the honey is up
So dummy it up, who the f___ 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___ ya'll fit in
Those without my name recognition
C.B. - b____ 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 b____ down, but not on her
I'm rissen, mind driven like hundred mile commisions
How I'm spittin, n____z 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 b____ poppin that s___ like she c___y eyed
Inc. mami, b____ know how to find me
Out 'til the late night, studio trouble maker
a__ 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___er, 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, n____z thought but the chicks all girly
Body all curvy, f___ how the world be
I'm mobbin' on the top of ya'll
I-N-C and C.B. c___-blockin' ya'll, Chuck

[Hook]