Curtis Fisher - 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***as 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 a** 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 a** 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 nobody knows you Just let you know the real Don't think we won't expose you People take our pictures and [?] [?] [Verse Two] Damn homie You ain't gone never gonna be the man homie f** 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** 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 a** 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**in' mic on And it's me you see on BET I'm a cut your baby Yea I made it easy For you n***as 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***as sayin' they f**ing 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**ing thing Ya'll n***as want it? Get at us [Chorus] [Caz ad lib]