My Piano

Ayo Hi-Tech, play that tune for me!

Yeah, yo

They wonder why I play my piano, why I stay low key

Why I'm always in the studio, huh

That's what I do, you playin' with the game

I play my piano

Is it the love for the money or the love for the game?

Is it the love from the hunnies or the love for the change?

Is it because most of these little niggas is wack?

Or because the game is yellin', "Bring that real shit back!"

Is it because of the limelight, I'm just tryin' to be famous?

Or is it 'cause the game dyin' and I'm just tryin' to save it?

Maybe I'm just obsessed with it, so much I won't be through it

Or maybe it's 'cause I'm crazy, just in love with my music

Hi-Tech!

They wonder why I play my piano

You can't deny it if it's in you

Get that money, that dinero

Wait any longer, it will stress you

Ayo, flyin' through the Aspen in Claiborne glasses

Burnin' a Churchill, a bad bitch dumpin' the ashes

Baileys on ice with big straws, Moncloy boxes gleamin'

While the twin Glocks stuffed in my drawers

Jaded, get baldy with chicks on me, bricks on me

French German murder, Swiss Army, you can never snitch on me

I'm too strong to spin in my web

Across town in rough places and black alleys gettin' that bread

If I go broke, I sell slabs of soap, G bags of smoke

Told y'all don't fuck with Tone Loc

It's a Staten Island thing, you can ask Salah Bean

We rattle without think, wow, we become very violent

Until then I play the piano, Luciano on the bass

Mariano on the block with the sage

I'ma grind 'til my seeds is gray

Still young, wouldn't eighty, poppin' Cialis and fuck all day, huh!

They wonder why I play my piano

You can't deny it if it's in you

Get that money, that dinero

Wait any longer, it will stress you

Got the hood jumper, champion sweats

Night flight suit, boots on, 'bout to put it in and eject

Streets love killers, brothers with swords, suede fronts

Spray pumps, lobbies where the losses is bought

New shotties for the youngsters, good trees, signal weeds

White tees on, lookin' for monsters

Everybody punched in, it's lunchtime, look at the line

Yo, I molded this design, see my gunsmiths

We carry two for five, trooper tight

But got that gun that shoot stupid fire

Baggin' up work, I'm back on the Earth

About to make somethin' happen fast, put a stack in my shirt

Yo, all the coverage you can hear, mobster status, yeah

Yeah, the great ones, the crisp beer

Get mines, you know a nigga rip lines, it's part of the character

But other than that, yo, I'm on bitch time

They wonder why I play my piano

You can't deny it if it's in you

Get that money, that dinero

Wait any longer, it will stress you

They wonder why I play my piano

You can't deny it if it's in you

Get that money, that dinero

Wait any longer, it will stress you

Yeah, jump up, beat 'em down if you step up