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grandmaster caz - lioneers lyrics

[caz ad lib]

yea baby
once again it’s the grandest of them all
even your momma fall for grand master caz
a.k.a. the reason why n-ggas know you
i’m in this spizzle with my dog p. lee
we at it again

[verse one]

you ain’t no friend of mine
you ain’t no kin of mine
what makes you think that i won’t tell the people that you lying
you do it all the time
can’t cut or write a rhyme
you smoking hizzle by the twenties and you buying dimes
the shorty’s so fine
but she ain’t yours she mine
so step back
get your -ss in back of the line
there might have been a time
when you was in your prime
and had a fan or two
but that was back in seven-nine
i know you wanna shine
i see you trying to climb
you was until your -ss was home the whole time
now if you think i’m lying
go ‘head and press rewind
on your career and you will see
ain’t nothing to find

[chorus]

you say you a pioneer
but you didn’t invent nothing
call you a lioneer cause you never meant nothing
when i was rocking harlem world
you was on the block frontin’
you been hatin’ for a long time
you got nothin’
you say you a pioneer
but n0body knows you
just let you know the real
don’t think we won’t expose you
people take our pictures and
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[verse two]

d-mn homie
you ain’t gone never gonna be the man homie
f-ck is wrong with you
i got a hip-hop vendetta
we ain’t gonna talk about cheddar
when i step in the spot
they all on me like a sweater
now i know you know better
i’m pitching a double header
got two chicks at the bar
and you got one an they fatter
and she hungry
and she ain’t no [?] tonya anneta
you need to leave her alone, son
and get it together
be easy
start some bullsh-t
it won’t be no battling
don’t need to take it to the street
because your dad will win
the pack is in the club
and you’ll get thrown out
so sit your monkey -ss down ‘for you get blown out

[chorus]

[verse three]

yo
i ain’t no mobster
i ain’t no gangster
i ain’t no hit
man, i’m just g.m.c
yes, i’m an icon
my f-ckin’ mic on
and it’s me you see on bet
i’m a cut your baby
yea i made it easy
for you n-ggas to eat
now your raps is cheesy
by any means, partner
i got fans to feed
get in the way of that
you won’t have no fam to feed
n-ggas sayin’ they f-cking with the general
how?
you couldn’t do that if you were standing up here now
what you know about hip-hop and icon status?
not a mother f-cking thing
ya’ll n-ggas want it?
get at us

[chorus]

[caz ad lib]

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