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My Piano
Wu-Tang Clan
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Ayo Hi-Tek, 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 honeys 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-Tek
They wonder why I play my piano
You can't deny it if it's in you
Get that money, that moneyero
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
Monoid boxes gleamin' while the twin Glocks stuffed in my drawers
Jaded 'cause baldy with chicks on me, bricks on me
French German murder Swiss Army, you can never snitch on me
I'm too strong with spinnin' my web
Across town in rough places and black alleys gettin' that bread
If I go broke, I sell slabs of soap, cheap bags of smoke
Told y'all don't fuck with Tone Loc
It's a Staten Island thing, you can ask Salah Bean
We wildin' without Tek, why we become very violent
Until then I play the piano
Luciano on the bass, Mariano on the block with the saves
I'ma grind 'til my seeds is great
Still young with an 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 moneyero
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 tied
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
Year of 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 moneyero
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 moneyero
Wait any longer, it will stress you
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Yeah
Jump up, beat 'em down if you step up
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