"Piano Man" lyrics

[50 Cent:]
I'm a work of art
The ghetto version of Mozart
Yeah, ha ha

I move the keys, they call me "the piano man"
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better, man
I do my thing, me and my Beretta, man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her, man
Call me "the piano man", call me "the piano man"
Call me "the piano man", call me "the piano man"

[Tony Yayo:]
Cartier glasses, Cartier belt
Cartier watch, tell me time somewhere else
Like Germany, Sweden and Serbia
Nigga want two birds, and I'm servin' ya
I'm 'a ball like Julius Irving, Iverson and Manning

I got the cannon in that two-door Phantom
Nigga hundred E-X shit, "suicide" doors
Get a top, a low fade, now the body lookin' hard
These snake-ass niggas is reptiles
'Til I shoot 'em up, 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!

[50 Cent:]
I move the keys, they call me "the piano man"
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better, man
I do my thing, me and my Beretta, man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her, man
Call me "the piano man", call me "the piano man"
Call me "the piano man", call me "the piano man"

[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah, uh
Fresh out the rim shop, my wheels tick-tock
My steel six shots, the paint flip-flop
My charm trucky, that's why they wan' fuck me
Two-oh-seven McLaren, body like Buffy
Old head get rusty, and I'm a can of oil
If hip-hop do that, a hundred grand'll boil
We show up at your bougie event, get your body hung
Slide you all over the stage like Omarion
Then leave the party calm, on a Pepsi and Bacardi bomb
Bail ain't nothin', I make a Gotti bond
Magician, I could make a dollar flip
Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick

[50 Cent:]
I move the keys, they call me "the piano man"
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better, man
I do my thing, me and my Beretta, man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her, man
Call me "the piano man", call me "the piano man"
Call me "the piano man", call me "the piano man"

[Young Buck:]
I'm rich than a mo'fucker ridin' in the dirty-ass Phantom
We kill "undercovers" down here, we can't stand 'em
Fill up the door panels, and stuff the floorboards
I could 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 and tie
Cartiers. You can tell that I

[50 Cent:]
I move the keys, they call me "the piano man"
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better, man
I do my thing, me and my Beretta, man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her, man
Call me "the piano man", call me "the piano man"
Call me "the piano man", call me "the piano man"