{*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