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G-Unit f/ Young Buck - Piano Man lyrics
[50 Cent]
 I'm a work of art
 The ghetto version of Mozart
 Yeah, ha ha
 [Chorus: 50 Cent]
 I move the ki's/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
 [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'ma ball like Julius Irving, Iverson
 Demandin I got the cannon in that two-door Phantom
 Nigga hundred E-X shit, suicide do's
 Get a top a low fade, now the body lookin hard
 These snake ass niggaz 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!
[Chorus]
 [Lloyd Banks]
 Yeah, uhhG-Unit f/ Young Buck - Piano Man - http://motolyrics.com/g-unit-f-young-buck/piano-man-lyrics.html
 Fresh out the rim shot, 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 McClaren, 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
[Chorus]
 [Young Buck]
 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
[Chorus]












