[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]