Lyrics Piano Man - G Unit feat. Young Buck

I′m a work of art
A ghetto version of Mozart
Yeah haha

I move the keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained nobody do it better man
I do my thing with 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

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
Till 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!)

I move the keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained nobody do it better man
I do my thing with 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

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
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

I move the keys, they call me the piano man
I′m classically trained nobody do it better man
I do my thing with 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

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
Everybody's a customer nobodies 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 can ship ′em out
A Gucci briefcase dressed in a suit and tie
Cartier's you can tell that I

Move the keys, they call me the piano man
I′m classically trained nobody do it better man
I do my thing with 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