Piano Man

[Chorus: Reek Da Villian & Jay-Z]
Small timers can't hustle with us
Get your prodict, get your customers up
Motherfuckers, we move keys
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
We move keys
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
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
[?] we move keys
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
I move keys, you can call me the piano 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, whole sale, I bag it in the hotel
We can talk business, but never on my mobil
[?] 2
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
[?] cheep price, [?] got it all day
Got fiends going dumb, like niggas in the bay
Want yay? Then nigga, call me right away
1800 C.R.A.C.K
I'm Brooklyn's black cat [?]
[?] you better know what you facing
'Cause

[Chorus: Reek Da Villian & Jay-Z]
Small timers can't hustle with us
Get your prodict, get your customers up
Motherfuckers, we move keys
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
We move keys
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
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
[?] we move keys
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
[?]

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
I hustle and take your [?] without needing permission
I rename the crack game, it's called [?] vision
Yeah, that [?], I distribute to people
Whether it's fiends or hustlers, I distribute it equal
The way I profit, nigga, Stevie Wonder bread
Quadruple my cake, when I move keys, I'm a John Legend
Pardin me, it's hard to see
Since my adolescent years, I flip bricks and Ray Charls with keys
I hustle with them Trinidadians and [?]
And Jamaicans and twin killer bitches, I call them siamese
Two big pretty bitches, that really get it down
This the theme music the fiends hear when they know we back in town
Hit a pretty piano string [?]
Such a steady pase through the streets, you see the keys move
Like how the fiends do, shit is so miraculous, the way I display the yay through the city, boo
Tactical, drasticly, mathimatical, I do this
Radical and classical with keys like Ramzy Lewis
Crazy when I cook, and when I cut the coke, huh
[?] stretch [?] like elastic, what you know about that, bruh?
In 2009, they call it trapping
During the Reaganomics in 88, they called it stacking
[?] bristal cream up in the club blacking
Tearing our livers up with ottles of Conyak-ity-aking
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 capsles [?] sing us praize
Yay, with a happy day in [?] towns that we would come through and lock up
And niggas know the most now
Slow down, we mustling
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 [?] 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 tought 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, [?] kinda different now
Imma sit back and sip on a 6 pack of [?]
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 prodict, get your customers up
Motherfuckers, we move keys
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
We move keys
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
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
[?] we move keys
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
[?]