*featuring Ashanti
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[Hook: Ashanti]
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Na na na na na la la la la
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Na na na na na la la la la
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Na na na na na la la la la
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No one does it like Murder Inc.
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Na na na na na la la la la
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Na na na na na la la la la
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Na na na na na la la la la
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Baby, no one does it like Murder Inc.
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[Charli Baltimore]
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Ain't none better, repeat the letters
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Murder I-N-C fucka, we go together, Lord
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When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
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Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
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And by the underground bastards, appeal to the masses
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Style like Jackie on asses, come through with Jackie on glasses
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Protectin yo asses, 7 inch classes, FUCK ya'll bastards
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G - catch a wiff of the murderous bitch, the murderous clique
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Like you never heard of the G
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From the muscle like crime life like corner hustlers
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And the, tunner winter shit, tell me I ain't a winner
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??, Got my mind on my money and my money in my pocket
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Who the fuck gon' stop it, time for the honey is up
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So dummy it up, who the FUCK gon' knock it
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Now that The Inc. locked it, Chuck
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[Hook]
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[Charli Baltimore]
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We got vision by I.G. - hook by Ashanti
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Got Chuck spittin, where the fuck ya'll fit in
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Those without my name recognition
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C.B. - bitch of the commision, still play my position
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Oh, won't settle, put the foot to the pedal
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And knee short Staletto's, the chick is still ghetto
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Hold the bitch down, but not on her
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I'm rissen, mind driven like hundred mile commisions
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How I'm spittin, niggaz is rewritin, and I'm just bullshittin
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Gon' know when I'm hittin (uh)
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Wrists start slittin, I'm killin 'em soft
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A Predator, Slow Burn and I'm killin 'em off
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Now, back to back let's pace it, 5 steps
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Who wanna test the streets is on a record
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187 mami, click behind me, ya'll know what the sellin be
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Kill 'em with the melody, Chuck
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[Hook]
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[Charli Baltimore]
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Now who that baige bitch poppin that shit like she cocky eyed
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Inc. mami, bitch know how to find me
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Out 'til the late night, studio trouble maker
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Ass don't know how to take a (Murderous) love the hater
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Flows liek an elevator, 'cause each level I'm up, I get off
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Fucker, who wanna cross the line
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It's real thin with a pad and a pen
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And I spit 10 and throw ya'll 6 for the win
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Again - ya'll heard me, niggaz thought but the chicks all girly
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Body all curvy, FUCK how the world be
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I'm mobbin' on the top of ya'll
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I-N-C and C.B. cock-blockin' ya'll, Chuck
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[Hook]
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No One Does It Better
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| Charli Baltimore |
