Main Aim

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Phantasm] I stay taking Flicks with chicks, spending G's on wears and kicks While these hip-hop ticks stay on my dick Emcees is all air like bags from Bon-Ton And stay souped-up just like wonton. All I got Is hard times, the illest rhymes, a couple of dimes And the rusty nines 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 threes like Mark Price Second time around ('Round), still getting down for My crown (Crown), I'm giving you that hip hop sound [Verse 2: U.G.] Yo, my rugged Raps dip on tracks like Japs with straw hats In Saigon through trees, UG the icon Squeeze like pythons—you don't know who you facing The gat I bust'll split your ass up like segregation While Federation comes together like United Nations To bring obliteration. 151 is what I'm tasting No hesitation when I come through. My voice Shakes cassette tapes when I scream like Clue! U.G. keep niggas guessing Break bones like Tekken while niggas fake moves like wrestling No question, I bring it every time, baby Don't try to play me. I Roc-A-Fella like Jay-Z [Hook: Samples] (x4) "Maintain. Few remain the game" - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" "So I remain focused, hip hop's the main aim" - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" [Verse 3: Phantasm] Never did a soundtrack, but my sounds is phat. You think That's gon' hold me back from getting mines in rap? Y'all niggas 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 rain or the pain (Pain) to see these wack Niggas gain (Gain). Ayyo, I'm tryna maintain ('tain) I don't even rhyme no more, I explain ('plain) The rules of the game, simple and plain (Plain). This rap Industry ('stry) ain't shit to me (me), the Million Dollar Man just need currency ('cy) so I can Get this estate and live great (What?), finally A home of my own as the king of my throne [Verse 4: U.G.] UG will Roast ya, focus like Minolta, hold gats Like a holster that'll rip through shirts like the Hulkster Dance on tracks like John Travolta, Saturday Night Fever, put niggas to sleep like ether Using the sleeper hold, my flow be ill Rick Rude rides beats like bass with gills—check it I wanna sell like Hootie & the Blowfish. My goatee Got shorties saying that I look like Will Smith with cuter lips Hah! My clip slips slugs to the toaster Hits your leg and have you limping like Keyser Soze Chicks, honey-dips, whips with plush upholster Re-oppose me, you get crushed I cut flows like tight handcuffs—nigga, what?!? [Hook: Samples] (x4) "Maintain. Few remain the game" - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" "So I remain focused, hip hop's the main aim" - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - "It's Like That (My Big Brother)"