Something, I to tell you There's something I've been, That your, crew should Big Pun be the thang Straight out of the And how we roll, roll
You know I'm well known like Al Capone, 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 the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin' out the custard Viper piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green Fort and hard medallions
Mockin' God even Italians see my batallion pull out the I got the Squad over-qualified, pullin' over Karl Range Rover tilted, three-wheeled hydraulic Sparkin' lye in the clouds and my housin' Like the Wu do in
Ooh, ooh there's, something, I to tell you something I've been, thinking That your, should know Big Pun be the thang out of the projects And that's how we roll,
I my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat What you broke motherfuckers about that? Lookin' fat in Marc and leather like Fonzarelli Sparkin' Phillies with the Gods Makaveli
On the (Blown Benz, rims) like the on my (Stone gems, rings)
I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the That soared me from livin' poorly to a day Cinderfella I've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged But now I'm like Puffy, 'cause money's thicker blood player
I'm still a threat but now I before I flip Call my connects And figure which cleaner's the for the hit I get the job done, Pun's handlin'
Candlelight dinners, a toast with the most glamorous bitches My road to riches was no Now we blessed with gold So expensive my whole religious
Something, I to tell you something I've been, thinking That your, crew know Big Pun be the largest Straight out of the And how we roll, roll
Aiyyo, I want it all you can call me and superficial Long as my crew's official and pulls they pistols as I whistle I'm tryin' to a million and split it three ways Joe the God, Eclipse 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 keeps the fire inside of me glistenin'
I'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and on your ass I'm all about and the power A stash with the power lasts like hittin' ass for an hour
Let's get it locked, I want a watch with rocks So I can clock hoes with the glow that stops the cops, we got Deserts and glocks too Ready to rock whoever tryin' to our cheddar from stockin' forever
Something, I want to you There's something I've been, That your, should know Big Pun be the largest out of the projects And how we roll, roll
Big Pun is the largest Joey Crack be stayin' Terror from the projects man