THE DWELLAS - Main Aim lyrics

rate me

[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 Sigon

Through trees other icon, squeeze like py-thons

You don't know who you be facin

The gat I bust will split your ass 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 shit cassette tapes when I scream like Clue [echo]

U-G, keep niggas guessin, break bones like teckin

While niggaz 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

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[K-Solo from Redman's "It's Like That"]

"Maintain, few remain in the game

So, I remain focus and pop's the main aim"

[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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 shit 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 niggaz 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, nigga WHAT

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