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Glamour Life feat. Armageddon, Cuban Link, Fat Joe, Triple Seis
Big Pun
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Glamour lifestyle baby
Bottle the rocks
Freeze the ice
Hundred mil kid
Money money money money
Platinum status
Yeah
Stick around
Yo, I plan to live a life of glamour like my man Tony Montana
Standin' pose in front of cameras with my gold and silk pajamas on
Smokin' Havanas, drinkin' Dom P, thinkin' beyond deeper than Gandhi
While I'm in a Diamante countin' my G's
I'm out to be a millionaire
Dip the gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
Oh yeah, Cuban link is into gettin' Benjamins
Cause if it doesn't make dollars then it doesn't make sense
I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York
Went from livin' in tenements to a penthouse resort
I'm the Latino that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino
Veeno on the rocks, lobster dinners with mobsters
I got shit locked from Prospect out to the tropics
Sittin' on top of the world like the sun
A livin' legend from the Bronx, second to none unless it's Pun
It's the glamour life
Blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice
Swear to bunt the sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice
Stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life
Murk off in the Infiniti
Dump the body in the shotty down the lake leavin' no identity
Just a memory, a casualty
As I casually make fools of my rivalries
All eyes'll be on the quest for loot
Pushin' the Lexus coupe to pursue them troops against the big joker
Sippin' ala mocha, playin' poker with some chocha
Heard an approacher, must be fam underhammer
Had to smoke Pun, get the motherfuckin' guns
Cause now I've become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's
Dirty rats pack gats for cheese
Bullets are breeze, I like speed
Takin' your pretty wife's life to sacrifice senor C
Indeed, we let him bleed for fifty G's
Ship his body to the States filled with fifty keys
Please, no remorse for you two-face
It's time to assemble my rifle out the motherfuckin' suitcase
You 'bout to take whose place? Not Seis
Your body'll be laced and left without a trace
The glamour life, the glamour life yo
Yo it's the glamour life
Blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice
Swear to bunt the sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice
Stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life
Yo it's the motherfuckin' Don Cartagena the leader
Terror Squad cleaner
Leave your family cryin' for you like Argentina Mira
Street dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick
Camouflagin' this bitch, cigar forbid you start some shit
My squad's equipped with Venos and new of ammunition
Hollow tips and cop killers with the carbon islin'
Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
Nigga I'm stayin' paid
You's a joke, always broke with your lazy ways
Anyways back to the subject
In the bum Lex in the backseat havin' rough sex
I love this glamorous life I live
Havhin' the ice and shit
Think twice or give Christ your kids
I live life for kids, keep the fire burnin' while the tires turnin'
I blaze a L and seek a higher learnin'
Casas earnin' everything illegally
We could be friends for years
Cross me once, that's thievery
The glamour life
Blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice
Swear to bunt the sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice
Stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life
Yo, the dough to wrap the audience
Party heavy 'til the forties end
Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient
Take all the rent
And old man wept, the path his daughter went
Dicks with the fallopian wide as auditoriums
She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium
Five hundred Benz, five hundred friends sell Cambodian
Eight cups of vodka, four cups of juice for sodium
Money money, sweet as the smell of magnolia
It get you dime bitches spittin' image of Apollonia
Now how can I go broke bumpin' twenties of coke
Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke
The young blood sat on the bench in Van Cortlandt, slingin'
Singin' how he tryin' to get cash for Jordans
Another cat tossed his Beamer to get the insurance
Currency's gonna murder me, it's never enough
Breakin' my ass gettin' it just as fast as the spinner stuff
Callin' all Cassandra's bluff, the taxes don't bite us
My life
Yo it's the glamour life
Blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice
Swear to bunt the sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice
Stash the dope and rice
And get ready for the glamour life
The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight
I'm out to settle the score on a stupid fight
Enough with lookin' at graves, it's payin' back tonight
Yo twin, pass the light, pass the light
The glamour life, this life I live is trife as shit
Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live
I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother
Now she fifty years old pushin' a Hummer
The glamour life, hand me a knife, I'll slice and dice
Men of mice, send 'em to Christ in the afterlife
Pass the pipe down the line, let 'em hear it, let 'em fear it
Send 'em screamin' to the Holy Spirit
Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life
It's the glamour life
Yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life
The glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life
Cock the hammer, end this motherfuckin' life bitch
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