Piano Man Lyrics

(feat. Young Buck)

[50 Cent:]
I'm a work of art
A ghetto version of Mozart
Yeah... haha

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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: 50 Cent]
Call me the piano man

[Verse 1: 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'm a ball like Julius Erving Iverson and Manning,
I got that cannon in that two door phantom.
Nigga hundred EX shit 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 styles Yay' got the best clothes,
Yay' got the best weed Yay' got the best hoes. (Yeah!)

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]

[Verse 2: 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 fuck me,
207 McLaren body like Bucky.
Old head get rusty and I'm a can of oil,
And if hip hop do die a 100 grand'll boil.
Show up at your bougie event give your body harm,
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.

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I'm richer than a muhfucka 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.
Everybodies a customer nobodies a friend,
Somebodies gotta do it anybody can win.
If I did it then I can do it now,
When we get em in we can ship em out.
A Gucci briefcase dressed in a suit and tie,
Cartier's you can tell that I.

[Chorus]

[Hook x4]