No One Does It Better Lyrics - Singles - Charli Baltimore

[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]