Piano Man

Lyrics

[Chorus: Reek Da Villian & Jay-Z] Small timers can't hustle with us Get your product, get your customers up Motherfuckers, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Heard me nigga, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Now y'all say y'all getting money like scrams But y'all still in the hood serving grams Motherfuckers, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Heard me nigga, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Yeah (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man Rain, sleet, hail, snow man Slang dope, E, hydro man) Either way we gotta get it in, we gettin' dope man [Verse 1: Spliff Star] 8Ball, quarter ounce, big 8 brick O.T. hustler, on my New York shit I'm a cocaine cowboy, counting that skrilla With a chick who bust guns, and move weight like Griselda Fish scale, wholesale, I bag it in the hotel We can talk business, but never on my mobile Redstyle, Brownsville and VA too I made insane money, with an insane crew Everybody want the hook up, the powder or the cook up If you 'bout that money, I'm somebody you should look up For the cheap price, brown or white, got it all day Got fiends going dumb, like niggas in the bay Want yay? (yay?) Then nigga, call me right away 1800 C.R.A.C.K I'm Brooklyn's fat cat, slash Pappy Mason George [?] type, you better know what you facing 'Cause [Chorus: Reek Da Villian & Jay-Z] Small timers can't hustle with us Get your product, get your customers up Motherfuckers, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Heard me nigga, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Now y'all say y'all getting money like scrams But y'all still in the hood serving grams Motherfuckers, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Heard me nigga, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Yeah (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man Rain, sleet, hail, snow man Slang dope, E, hydro man) Either way we gotta get it in, we gettin' dope man [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] What y'all niggas know about that? Lotta you niggas don't know shit about that but be talking a whole lotta shit like you do know somethin' about that Well let me learn y'all niggas somethin', look look look look look I hustle and take your cussies without needing permission I rename the coke game, it's called pelico vision Yeah, it's that pelico, I distribute to people Whether it's fiends or hustlers, I distribute it equal The way I profit, nigga, Stevie Wonder bredrin Quadruple my cake, when I move keys, I'm a John Legend Parden me, it's hard to see Since my adolescent years, I flip bricks and Ray Charles with keys I hustle with them Trinidadians and Guyanese And Jamaicans and twin killer bitches, I call them Siamese Two big pretty bitches, that really get it down This be the theme music the fiends hear when they know we back in town (da dang) Hit a pretty piano string and how the beat groove (da dang) Such a steady pace through the streets, you see the keys move (da dang) Like how the fiends do, shit is so miraculous, the way I display the yay through the city, boo Tactical, drastically, mathematical, I do this Magical and classical with keys like Ramsey Lewis Crazy when I cook, and when I cut the coke, huh And stretch pelico like elastic, what you know about that, bruh? In 2009, they call it trapping During the Reaganomics in 88, they called it stacking Bodying Harvey's Bristol Cream up in the club blacking Tearing our livers up with bottles of Coniyak-ity-yaking Shit, them was the good old days So much money was flowing, you gave your workers a raise Every 2 to 3 weeks, even the fiends would blaze Free capsules, we threw them on the strength even they would sing us praise Yay, with a happy day in ghost towns that we would come through and lock up And niggas know the most now Slow down, we muscling A lotta crack baby rappers was born from the towns we hustled in That be them cities they rep I let them tell it for me Then they inherit our lives, and sell it as a story But then I laugh at them niggas, because I believe it's me They sell it in a rap song, or on a DVD See, that's how these niggas do it But I was taught not to talk, I kept it out my music That's why y'all know me as the fun man, motherfucker So let me welcome and introduce y'all to the snitch culture Shit, way kinda different now Imma sit back and sip on a 6 pack of [?] brown And continue to listen to the way niggas making they songs now Why they telling on they self? I think it's time for me to get gone now [Chorus: Reek Da Villian & Jay-Z] Small timers can't hustle with us Get your product, get your customers up Motherfuckers, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Heard me nigga, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Now y'all say y'all getting money like scrams But y'all still in the hood serving grams Motherfuckers, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Heard me nigga, we move keys (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man) Yeah (So I move keys, you can call me the piano man Rain, sleet, hail, snow man Slang dope, E, hydro man) Either way we gotta get it in, we gettin' dope man