{*dice being shook up and thrown, i.e. "Tumblin Dice"*} [Big Pun] You know I'm well known like Al Capone, fully blown like Ton' Montana In a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin on cham-pagna Rollin ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob I make the kind of green a hustler dream Bustin out the custard cream Viper custom piped up with the mustard seams Clustered green Fort Knox and hard (?) medallions Mockin God even Italians see my batallion pull out the broad I got the Squad over-qualified, pullin over Karl Kani Range Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slide Sparkin lye in the clouds and reppin my housin Like the Wu do in Shaolin [Chorus: A. Rios, C. Rios, V. Rios, Veronica] There's something I want to tell you (I want to tell you) There's something I think your crew should know Big Pun is the largest (so large) we straight out of the projects That's how we roll.. (that's how we roll..) [Big Pun] I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat What you broke motherfuckers know about that? Lookin fat in Marc and Pelle leather like Fonzarelli Sparkin Phillies with the Gods like Makaveli On the celly blown Benz, chrome rims Shinin like the stone gems on my gold rings I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story that soared me from livin poorly to a modern day Cinderfella I've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged nigga But now I'm like Puffy cause money's thicker than blood player I'm still a threat but now I think before I flip Call my connects together and figure which cleaner's the best for the hit I get the job done, Pun's handlin business-acap
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