Piano Man (ft. Young Buck)

T.O.S.

I move the keys, they call me the piano man

I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man

I do my thang, with me and my Beretta man

I got that girl, you want her come and get her man

Hook X4

Call me the Piano Man

Tony Yayo

Cartier glasses, Cartier belt

Cartier Watch tell me time somewhere else

Like Germany, Sweden and Serbia

Nigga one or two birds and I'm servin ya

I'ma ball like Julius, Erving, Iverson and Manning

I got that cannon in that two door phantom

Nigga hundred EX sh*t, suicide doors

Get a top or low fade, now the body lookin' hard

This snake ass niggas is reptiles

'til I shoot em up and fill em up with projectiles

Yay' got the best style, Yay' got the best clothes

Yay' got the best weed, Yay' got the best hoes

Yeah!

50 Cent (Chorus)

I move the keys, they call me the piano man

I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man

I do my thang, with me and my Beretta man

I got that girl, you want her come and get her man

Hook X4

Call me the Piano Man

Lloyd Banks

Yeah

Fresh out the rimshot, my wheels tick-tock

My steel six shot, the paint flip flop

My charm truckie that's why they wanna fu*k me

207 McLaren, body like Buffy

Old head get rusty, and I'm a can of oil

If Hip-Hop do die, a 100 grand'll boil

Show up at your bougie event, get your body harmed

Slide you all over the stage like Omarion

Don't need a party calm, on the pepsi and bacardi bomb

Bail ain't nothin, I make a Gotti bond

Magician, I can make a dollar flip

Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick

50 Cent (Chorus)

I move the keys, they call me the piano man

I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man

I do my thang, with me and my Beretta man

I got that girl, you want her come and get her man

Hook X4

Call me the Piano Man

Young Buck

I'm richer than a muthafu*ka ridin' in a dirty ass phantom

We kill undercovers down here we can't stand em

Fill up the door panels and stuff the floor boards

I can fit a hundred in a Honda Accord

Blood of a drug lord, brain of a baller

Hand of a hustler, I'm all about a dollar

Everybody's a customer, Nobody's a friend

Somebody gotta do it, anybody can win

If I did it then, I can do it now

When we get 'em in, we just ship 'em out

A Gucci briefcase, dressed in a suit & tie

Cartier's you can tell that I

50 Cent (Chorus)

Move the keys, they call me the piano man

I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man

I do my thang, with me and my Beretta man

I got that girl, you want her come and get her man