Cella Dwellas - Main Aim lyrics

Verse One: Phantasm, Ug I stay takin flicks with chicks, spendin G's on whiz and kicks While those hip hop ticks, stay on my dick MC's is all ill like bags from Bonton Stay souped up just like won-ton All I got it hard times, the illest rhymes A couple of dimes and a rusty nine that ain't even mine Thousand dollar links on, gotta get my drink on But ain't ever put a mink on I still get nice and shoot dice, still eat pork fried rice Still shoot threes like Mark Price Second time around, still gettin down for my crown Give you that hip hop sound Yo, my rugged raps, dip on tracks Like Japs in straw hats in Saigon Through trees other icon, squeeze like py-thons You don't know who you be facin The gat I bust will split your a** up like segregation Or federation, come together like United Nations To bring oblieteration, 1-51 is what I'm tastin No hesitation when I come through Avoid sh** ca**ette tapes when I scream like Clue (echo) U-G, keep n***as guessin, break bones like teckin While n***as fake moves like wrestlin No question, I bring it every time baby Don't try to play me, I Roc-a-Fella like Jay-Z Chorus: "Maintain, few remain in the game So, I remain focus and pop's the main aim" --] K-Solo from Redman's "It's Like That" Verse Two: Phantasm, Ug I never did a soundtrack, but my sounds is phat You think that's gonna hold me back from gettin mines in rap Y'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 and Billboard Even headliners got flawed when we toured Because all my releases are lyrical masterpieces Through the knowledge baby, science that, check my thesis I can't stand the rain or the pain To see these wack n***as game, aiyyo I'm tryin to maintain I don't even rhyme no more I explain 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 Finally a home of my own as king of my throne We'll roast ya, focus like Manolta, hold gats like a holsta That'll rip through shirts like the Hulksta Dance on tracks like John Travolta, Saturday Day Night Fe-Ver Put n***as to sleep like e-ther, usin the sleeper, hold My flow be ill Make room rides beats like Masingil, check it I wanna sell like Hootie and the Blowfish My goatie, got shorties sayin I look like Will Smith With cuter lips, huh, my clip slip slugs to toaster Hit your leg and have ya limpin like Keyser Soze Chicks, honeydips, whips whip plus ya poster Re-appose me ya get crushed I cut flows like tight hand cuffs, n***a WHAT Chorus