The Dwellas - Main Aim lyrics

[Phantasm] I stay takin flicks with chicks, spendin G's on wares and kicks While these hip-hop ticks stay on my dick MC's is all (?) like bags from (?)ton And stay souped up, just like wonton All I got is hard times, the illest rhymes, a couple of dimes And a rusty nine, that ain't even mines Thousand dollar links on, gotta get my drink on But ain't never put a mink on I still get nice and shoot dice Still eat pork fried rice, still shoot 3's like Mark Price Second time around, still gettin down for my crown I'm givin you that hip-hop sound [Ug] Yo, my rugged raps, dip on, tracks like Japs in straw hats In Saigon through trees, of the icon Squeeze like py-thon, you don't know who you facin The gat I bust'll split yo' a** up like segregation A federation, comes together like United Nations To bring obliteration, 151 is what I'm tastin No hesitation when I come through My voice shakes ca**ette tapes, when I scream like CLUE!!! You-G, keep n***as guessin Break bones like Tekken while n***as fake moves like wrestlin No question, I bring it everytime baby Don't try to play me, I Roc-a-Fella like Jay-Z, what.. "Maintain, few remain in the game So I remain focused and pop's the main aim" - K-Solo (repeat 4X) [Phantasm] Never did a soundtrack, but my sounds is fat You think that's gon' hold me back from gettin mines in rap? Why'all n***as step to the rear cause the Dwellas is here Disappeared for a year now the smoke is clear Debut 23 on the charts of Billboard Even headliners got floored when we toured Because, all my releases are lyrical masterpieces Do the knowledge baby, science that, check my thesis I can't stand the reign nor the pain To see these wack n***as gain, aiyyo I'm tryin to maintain I don't even rhyme no more, I explain The rules of the game, simple and plain This rap industry, ain't sh** to me The million dollar man just need currency So I can get this estate and live great, what Finally a home of my own as the king of my throne [Ug] Ug will, roast ya, focused like Minolta Hold gats like a holster, that'll rip through shirts like the Hulkster Dance on track like John Travolta, Saturday Night, Fe-ver Put n***as to sleep like, eth-er Usin the sleeper, hold, my flow be ill Rick Rude rides beats like (??) check it I want to sell like Hootie and the Blowfish My goatee got shorties sayin that I look like Will Smith With cuter lips huh, my clip slips slugs through the toaster Hit your leg and have you limpin like, Kaiser Soze Chips honeydips whip's whip, plus she post (??) Re, pose, me you get crushed I cut flows like tight handcuffs, n***a what? "Maintain, few remain in the game So I remain focused and pop's the main aim" - K-Solo (repeat 4X)