Artist: Charli Baltimore & Ashanti Album: Irv Gotti Presents - The Inc Song: No One Does it Better Typed by: Troublesome09@hotmail.com [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 dub it And by the underground bastards, appeal to the masses Style like Jackie Onassis, 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 chick From the muscle I grind like corner hustlers In the dead of 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 In sneaks or stillettos, the chick is still ghetto Hold the bitch down, but not under I'm risen, mind driven like hundred mile collisions 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, ya'll gettin 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 early, niggaz thoughts "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]