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{*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' MontanaIn a zone, sittin on chrome, stoned sippin on cham-pagnaRollin ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take usThrough the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, JacobI make the kind of green a hustler dreamBustin out the custard cream Viper custom piped up with the mustard seamsClustered green Fort Knox and hard (?) medallionsMockin God even Italians see my batallion pull out the broadI got the +Squad+ over-qualified, pullin over Karl KaniRange Rover tilted, three-wheelted hydraulic slideSparkin lye in the clouds and reppin my housinLike 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 knowBig Pun is the largest (so large) we straight out of the projectsThat's how we roll.. (that's how we roll..)[Big Pun]I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hatWhat you broke motherfuckers know about that?Lookin fat in Marc and Pelle leather like FonzarelliSparkin Phillies with the Gods like MakaveliOn the celly blown Benz, chrome rimsShinin like the stone gems on my gold ringsI got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the storythat soared me from livin poorly to a modern day CinderfellaI've been a killer and a drug dealer, a bugged niggaBut now I'm like Puffy cause money's thicker than blood playerI'm still a threat but now I think before I flipCall my connects togetherand figure which cleaner's the best for the hitI get the job done, Pun's handlin businessCandlelight dinners, havin a toast with the most glamorous bitchesMy road to riches was no ChristmasNow we blessed with gold Lazarusesso expensive my whole family's religious[Chorus][Big Pun]Aiyyo I want it all you can call me greedy and superficiallong as my crew's official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistleI'm tryin to triple a million and split it three waysJoe the God, Full Eclipse, and myself - that'll be the dayI need a way to get it already got the ambitionStart the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked ExpeditionI'm on a mission which requires a higher positionDesire and vision keeps the fire inside of me glisteninI'm infinite like math, so I'm gonna lastBut you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin on your assI'm all about cash and the powerA stash with the power that lasts like hittin ass for an hourLet's get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted rocksso I can clock hoes with the glow that never stopsForget the cops, we got Deserts and glocks tooReady to rock whoever tryin to stop our cheddar from stockin forever[Chorus] - 2X (*with variations*)[Big Pun]Straight out the PJ's Twinz, Soundview!Castle Hill, can't forget Bronx RiverLil Villes.. huh, the Forest Projects, Eden WaldBronxdale, the Bronx baby straight out the PJ'sThat's where we frommore