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Something, I to tell you
something I've been, thinking
That your, crew should
Big Pun be the thang
Straight out of the
And how we roll, roll

You I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana
In a zone, sittin' on chrome, sippin' on cham-pagna
Rollin' up in Bible papers, see how high the lye can take us
the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob

I make the kind of green a hustler
out the custard cream Viper
Custom piped up with the mustard
Clustered green Fort and hard medallions

Mockin' God even Italians see my batallion out the broad
I got the over-qualified, pullin' over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted, three-wheeled hydraulic
Sparkin' lye in the clouds and reppin' my
the Wu do in Shaolin

Ooh, ooh there's, something, I to tell you
There's something I've been,
your, crew should know
Big Pun be the largest
Straight out of the
And that's how we roll,

I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my with my top hat
What you broke motherfuckers know about
Lookin' fat in Marc and Pelle leather like
Sparkin' Phillies the Gods like Makaveli

On the
(Blown Benz, rims)
like the on my
(Stone gems, rings)

I got it sewn Twinz, I begin to tell you the story
That me from livin' poorly to a modern day Cinderfella
I've been a killer and a dealer, a bugged nigga
But now I'm like Puffy, 'cause money's than blood player

I'm still a threat but now I before I flip
Call my together
And figure cleaner's the best for the hit
I get the job done, Pun's business

Candlelight dinners, havin' a with the most glamorous bitches
My road to riches was no
Now we blessed gold Lazaruses
So expensive my whole religious

Something, I want to you
There's something been, thinking
your, crew should know
Big Pun be the thang
Straight out of the
And how we roll, roll

Aiyyo, I it all you can call me greedy and superficial
Long as my official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle
I'm to triple a million and split it three ways
Joe the God, Full and myself, that'll be the day

I a way to get it already got the ambition
Start the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked
I'm on a mission which requires a position
Desire and vision the fire inside of me glistenin'

I'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna
But you wanna all day, bullshit and sittin' on your ass
I'm all cash and the power
A stash the power that lasts like hittin' ass for an hour

Let's get it locked, I want a with baguetted rocks
So I can clock hoes the glow that never stops
the cops, we got Deserts and glocks too
Ready to rock whoever tryin' to stop our cheddar from stockin'

Something, I want to you
There's I've been, thinking
your, crew should know
Big Pun be the thang
out of the projects
And how we roll, roll

Big Pun is the largest
Joey Crack be paid
Terror Squad the projects man