Ashanti - No One Greater lyrics

[Chorus:] 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. Ain't none better, repeat the letters Murder I-N-see 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 ba*tards, appeal to the ma**es Style like Jackie on a**es, come through with Jackie on gla**es Protectin' yo a**es, seven inch cla**es, f** ya'll ba*tards G - catch a wiff of the murderous b**h, the murderous clique Like you never heard of the G From the muscle like crime life like corner hustlers And the, tunner winter sh**, 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 [Chorus:] 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**h of the commission, still play my position Oh, won't settle, put the foot to the pedal And knee short stiletto's, the chick is still ghetto Hold the b**h down, but not on her I'm rissen, mind driven like hundred mile commissions How I'm spittin', n***az is rewritin', and I'm just bullsh**tin' Gon' know when I'm hittin' (uh) Wrists start slittin', I'm k**in' 'em soft A predator, slow burn and I'm k**in' 'em off Now, back to back let's pace it, five steps Who want to test the streets is on a record One eight-seven Mami, click behind me, ya'll know what the sellin' be k** 'em with the melody, Chuck [Chorus:] Now who that baige b**h poppin that sh** like she co*ky eyed Inc. Mami, b**h 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 like an elevator, 'cause each level I'm up, I get off f**er, who want to cross the line It's real thin with a pad and a pen And I spit ten and throw ya'll six for the win Again - ya'll heard me, n***az 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-see and C.B. co*k-blockin' ya'll, Chuck [Chorus:]