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no one does it better

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Origineel

[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-see 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 commission, 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 commissions 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 like 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-see and C.B. cock-blockin’ ya’ll, Chuck [Hook]

Vertaling

[Hook: Ashanti] Na na na na la la la la Na na na na la la la la Na na na na la la la la Niemand doet het zoals 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-see fucka, we gaan samen, Heer When you see the pink hair the Inc. here Fuck – we kunnen het mixtape of dubbed doen En door de ondergrondse klootzakken, beroep op de massa 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 En de, tunner winter shit, zeg me dat ik geen winnaar ben Ik heb mijn gedachten bij mijn geld en mijn geld in mijn zak. Wie gaat het stoppen, de tijd voor de honing is voorbij. So dummy it up, who the FUCK gon’t knock it Nu dat The Inc. het gesloten heeft, Chuck [Hook] [Charli Baltimore] We got vision by I.G. – hook by Ashanti Got Chuck spittin, where the fuck ya’ll fit in Die zonder mijn naamsbekendheid C.B. – bitch van de commissie, speel nog steeds mijn positie Oh, won’t settle, put the foot to the pedal And knee short Staletto’s, the chick is still ghetto Hou de teef vast, maar niet op haar I’m rissen, mind driven like hundred mile commissions How I’m spittin, niggaz is rewritin, and I’m just bullshittin Gon’ know when I’m hittin (uh) Polsen beginnen te snijden, Ik vermoord ze zacht A Predator, Slow Burn and I’m killin ‘em off Nu, rug tegen rug laten we het tempo bepalen, 5 stappen Who wanna test the streets is on a record 187 mami, click achter me, ya’ll know what the sellin be Kill ‘em with the melody, Chuck [Hook] [Charli Baltimore] Nu die baige bitch poppin die shit like she cocky eyed Inc. mami, bitch weet hoe ze me moet vinden Uit tot laat in de nacht, studio onruststoker 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 Fucker, who wanna cross the line Het is heel dun met een blocnote en een pen And I spit 10 and throw ya’ll 6 for the win Nogmaals, jullie hebben me gehoord, negers dachten maar de meiden zijn allemaal meisjesachtig. Body all curvy, FUCK how the world be I’m mobbin’ on the top of ya’ll I-N-see and C.B. cock-blockin’ ya’ll, Chuck [Hook]