The Only Ones - Remastered

We don't have any connection in the drug game
Any connection in the drug game
Any connection in the drug game
We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't (why?)

Any connection in the drug game
Any connection in the drug game
Any connection in the drug game
We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't

Boom-boom-ba-bit-bit, my door's gettin' kicked in
I'm tired of gettin' a lock then but busted for nothin'
We're as legit as it can get
Jump off the dillznick I got a legal million on my hit

We bust our asses, sprayed the grasses
And the court, I outlast it, 'cause bitch I pay taxes
I say oh how now, not now, but pow!
I did my dirt when I did it so I wouldn't have to do it now
Now, how you like me now, ow

The truth hurt it, don't it? And a black man own it
You tried settin' up the fellas
'Cause you can't taste the cookie
And a rookie cop's jealous

And you can rake 'til the trees can't shade
Gonna drop the gate, take the papes, I can't wait
Don't put me with the dope hate
'Cause I'm finding no case, so save any Raid for the roach parade

We don't have any connection in the drug game
Any connection in the drug game
Any connection in the drug game
We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't, we don't

I go where I gotta, to get to where I'm gonna
Diss you if I wanna, zoom your ass to the corner
Stopping troops and weed, time to mute the fleet
Watch me shoot your sleeves, fuck your boots and beads

Bomb your tower I'm the pow-wow who know
The White House will be sprayed black with two coats
Who want a fight, pick a night I'll pick tonight
You're so scrapped broke, it seems you dream in black and white

You ought to shave from your nose to your navel
'Cause the knots under your chin looks like the gum under the table
You say you're down with it right now
Get, oh, your ass back to Africa right now

I guess it's too much heat for your sheet
Too many lyrics to compete so you can't come complete
I can't wait to face the phony one
'Cause when it comes to us and y'all we're the only ones

We're the only ones, we're the only ones
We're the only ones, we're the only ones
We're the only ones, the only ones
The only ones, the only ones

Pick a bush of the mushes, the prayers or the wishes
Man, when I get mad I might go smoke sticker bushes, huh
Might come with a swing, or the fake
Oh what track? Let your girl kick you in the nutsack
And don't let me hear that sorry bull
'Cause I hit you in the face with a mop, pomp-pomp-pooh

Illin' from the illin' Illtown
Drillin', willin' chill now, 'cause I'm feelin' I'mma ill now
I can't help it if you're weak well
Since you raw, seek help, but first here's a seatbelt

You owe me like your girl's a roamer
Now I own her
And every night I bone her in a coma
Then slip it out like a ben-z
Fuck her in a frenzy
Did much dirt but still ain't G

Cook your ugly ass cute
You went and tried to jump in the Flavor
Before you knew we had the mad juice
You tried to step on a paragraph fast, fast, fast
That's like sittin' in hell with a gassed ass

I'll always be the lonely one
Now a scrap-ass like you
We're proud to be the only ones

We're the only ones, we're the only ones
We're the only ones, we're the only ones
We're the only ones, the only ones
The only ones, the only ones