How We Roll '98 - Big Pun

Something, I want to tell you

There’s something I’ve been, thinking, that your, crew should know

Big Pun be the largest thang

Straight out of the projects, mang

And that’s how we roll.

roll.

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 paper, 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 deemer medallion

Mockin' God, even Italians see my battalion propped abroad

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

Ooohooo baby there’s, something, I want to tell you

There’s something I’ve been, thinking, that your, crew should know

Big Pun be the largest thang

Straight out of the projects

And that’s how we roll.

roll.

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

Candlelight dinners, havin' a toast with the most glamorous bitches

My road to riches was no Christmas

Now we blessed with gold Lazaruses so expensive my whole family’s religious

Ooohooo baby there’s, something, I want to tell you

There’s something I’ve been, thinking, that your, crew should know

Big Pun be the largest thang

Straight out of the projects

And that’s how we roll.

roll.

Aiyo I want it all you can call me greedy and superficial

Long as my crew’s official and pulls they pistols soon as I whistle

I’m tryna triple a million and split it three ways

Joe the God, Full-A-Clips and myself, that’ll be the day

I need a way to get it already got the ambition

Start the ignition, watch for the NARCs in the marked Expedition

I’m on a mission which requires a higher position

Desire and vision keeps the fire inside of me glistenin'

I’m infinite like math, so I’m gonna last

But you wanna laugh all day, bullshit and sittin' on your ass

I’m all about cash and the power

A stash with the powder that lasts like hittin' ass for an hour

Let’s get it locked, I want a watch with baguetted rocks

So I can clock hoes with the glow that never stops

Forget the cops, we got Deserts and Glocks too

Ready to rock whoever tryna stop our cheddar from stockin' forever

Ooohooo baby there’s, something, I want to tell you

There’s something I’ve been, thinking, that your, crew should know

Big Pun be the largest thang

Straight out of the projects

And that’s how we roll.

roll.

Big Pun is the largest thang

Joey Crack be stayin paid

Terror Squad from the projects man.