Piano Man - G-Unit, Young Buck

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 thang, 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 want two birds and I’m servin' ya

I’ma 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!

I move the keys, they call me the piano man

I’m classically trained, nobody do it better man

I do my thang, 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

Yeah, uhh

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

Ol' 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

I move the keys, they call me the piano man

I’m classically trained, nobody do it better man

I do my thang, 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 rich than a muh’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

E’rybody’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

I move the keys, they call me the piano man

I’m classically trained, nobody do it better man

I do my thang, 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