My Piano Ft. Ghostface, Raekwon And Dion-Hi-Tek

Intro: Hi-Tek (unknown man)(Aiyo, 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 Heh, that's what I do, you playing with the game I play my piano... yeah Hi-TekIs it the love for the money or the love for the game? Is it the love from the honies or the love for the chains? Is it because, most of these little niggas is wack? Or because the game is yelling "Bring that real shit back"? Is it because of the limelight I'm just trying to be famous? Is it cuz the game dying and I'm just trying to save it? Maybe I'm just successful, so much I won't be cool with 'em Maybe it's because I'm crazy, just in love with my music Hi-Tek... Hook: DionThey wonder why I play my piano You can't deny it if it's in you Get that money, that monero Wait any longer, it will stress you Ghostface KillahAiyo, flying through to Aspen in Claiborne glasses Burning a Churchill, a bad bitch dumping the ashes It's Bailey's on ice with big straws Mongoloid rocks is gleaming while the twin Glocks stuffed in my drawers Jadakiss baldy with chicks on me, bricks on me French/German murder, Swiss Army, you can never snitch on me I'm too strong, I'm spinning my web, across town In rough places and black alleys, getting that bread If I go broke I'll sell slabs of soap Cheap bags of smoke, told y'all don't f**k with Tone Loc It's a Staten Island thing, you could ask Alabin We wilding without that guap we become very violent Until then, I play the piano Luciano on the bass, Mariano on the block with the sage I'mma grind 'til my seeds is grey Still young when I'm eighty, poppin Cialis and f**k all day (Huh) Hook RaekwonGot the hood jumping, Champion sweats Nike Flight suit, boots on, 'bout to put it in in the 'jects Streets love killas, brothers with swords Suede front, sprayed pumps, lobbies where the losses is bought New shotties for the youngsters Good trees, sit in the weeds, white T's on looking for Munsters Everybody punched in, it's lunchtime Look at the line, yo I moulded this design See my gunsmiths {*gun cocks*} We carry two four-five, trooper tight But got that gun that shoot stupid fire Bagging up work, I'm back on the Earth About to make something happen fast, put a stack in my shirt Yo, all the coverage you could hear Mobster status, yeah, year of the great ones, a griz bear Get mines, you know a nigga rip lines It's part of the character, but other than that yo I'm on bitch time Hook 2X Outro: Hi-TekYeah, jump up, beat em down, get the step up...