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  • Текст песни G-Unit - Piano Man

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    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, uhh
    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]

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