Something, I want to you There's I've been thinking That your should know Big Pun be the largest out of the projects And how we roll, oh, oh
You I'm well known like Al Capone Fully blown Ton' Montana In a zone, sittin' on chrome, stoned on cham-pagna Rollin' up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us
Through the of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the of green a hustler dream out the custard cream Viper piped up with the mustard seams
Clustered Fort Knox And hard medallions God even Italians see My pull out the broad
I got the Squad over-qualified, pullin' over Kani Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide Sparkin' lye in the clouds and my housin' Like the Wu do in
Ooh, hoo, there's, something, I to tell you There's something been, thinking your, crew should know Big Pun be the thang out of the projects And how we roll, oh, oh
I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my with my top hat What you motherfuckers know about that? Lookin' fat in Marc and leather like Fonzarelli Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli
On the (Blown Benz, rims) Shinin' the on my (Stone gems, rings) I got it Twinz, I can't begin' to tell you the story That soared me from livin' poorly to a day Cinderfella I've been a killer and a dealer, a bugged nigga
But now I'm like Puffy, 'cause thicker than blood player I'm still a threat but now I think I flip my connects together And which 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 was no Christmas Now we blessed with Lazaruses So expensive my family's religious
Ooh, hoo, there's, something, I to tell you something I've been, thinking That your, should know Big Pun be the thang Straight out of the And how we roll, oh, oh
Aiyyo, I want it all you can me greedy and superficial Long as my crew's and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle I'm tryin' to a million and split it three ways Joe the God, Full Eclipse and myself, 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 higher Desire and vision keeps the inside of me glistenin'
I'm like math, so I'm gonna last But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin' on ass I'm all about cash and the A stash the power that lasts like hittin' ass for an hour
Let's get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted So I can clock hoes with the glow never stops Forget the cops, we got and glocks too Ready to rock whoever tryin' to stop our cheddar from forever
Ooh, hoo, there's, something, I to tell you There's I've been, thinking That your, should know Big Pun be the thang out of the projects And how we roll, oh, oh
Big Pun is the thang Joey Crack be stayin' Terror Squad from the man And how we roll, oh, oh