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Big Pun
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Glamour Life - Featuring Fat Joe/Terror Squad
Lyricist:Joseph Cartagena, Samuel Garcia, Christopher Rios
Glamour life style, baby, bottle the rocks Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around
Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour Like my man Tony Montana Stand and pose in front of cameras With my golden silk pajamas on
Smoking havanas, drinking Don P Thinking beyond deeper than Gandhi, while I'm in the Diamante Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
Oh, yeah, Cuban Link is into getting Benjamins 'Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts
I'm the latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters I got shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the Tropics
Sitting on top of the world like the sun A living 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, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life
Ripped off from the Infiniti Dump the body an' the shottie Down the lake, leaving no identity, just the memory A casualty, as I casually make move on my rivalries
All eyes I be, on the quest for loot Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops Against the big-joker Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha
Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun (Get the motherfucking gun) Since [unverified]become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's Dirty rats pack gats for cheese
Bullets of breeze at light speed Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys
Please, no remorse for your two face Inside a symbol, my life throughout the motherfucking suitcase You about to take who's place? Not Seis Your body'll be laced and left without a trace
The glamour life, the glamour life, yo
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life
Yo, I'ts the motherfucking Don Cartagena The leader, Terror Squad cleaner Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, mira Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition Hollow tips an', cop killers with the [unverified] Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
Nigga I'm staying paid, you's a joke Always broke with your lazy ways Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex In the back seat, having rough sex
I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and shit Think twice, I give Christ your kids I live life for gifts, keep the five burning while the tires turning I blaze an L and seek a higher learning
Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally We could de friend for years, cross me once that's theivity
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life
Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went Dicks with the fallopian, wide as auditorium
She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium 500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian 8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia
It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appalonia Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin'
Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance Currency's gonna murder me, it's never enough Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff
Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us My life, my life
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they 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, let's do it right Enough for looking at grave, It's paying back tonight Yo Twin pass the lah, 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's fifty years old, pushing a hummer
The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice Minimize, send them to Christ in the after life Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it Let them fear it, send it screaming 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 Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life Cock the hammer in this motherfucking life, bitch
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