[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
