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 niggas 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 ass 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 ass 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 Fuck 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 bullshit 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 ass 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 fuckin' mic on And it's me you see on BET I'm a cut your baby Yea I made it easy For you niggas 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 Niggas sayin' they fucking 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 fucking thing Ya'll niggas want it? Get at us [Chorus] [Caz ad lib]