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Big Pun lyrics Glamour Life lyrics [Featuring Fat Joe, Terror Squad] Intro (Cuban Link) Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinium status, yeah, what up, what up? (Big Punisher) Stick around (Cuban Link) 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 Ghandi, while Iīm in the Diamante Counting my Gīs, Iīm out to be a millionare Dipped in gear, flickinī hundred dollar bills in the air Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting benjamins Cuz if doesnīt make dollars, then it doesnīt make sense I represent, Iīm in to be the king of New York Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts Iīm the latino, thatīll 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 itīs Pun (Big Punisher) Chorus: Itīs the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ainīt 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 (Triple Seis) Ripped off from the Infiniti Dump the body anī 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 (Big Punisher: Get the motherfucking gun) Since ??? become the one wanted for a lump sum of Gīs 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 Gīs 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 whoīs place? Not Seis... Your bodyīll be laced, and left without a trace (Big Punisher) The glamour life, the glamour life, yo (Big Punisher) Chorus (Fat Joe) Yo, Iīts 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 Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit My squadīs equipped with an arsenal of ammunition Hollow tips anī, cop killers with the ??? Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days Nigga Iīm staying paid, youīs 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 Kaiserīs learninī everything illegally We could de friend for years, cross me once thatīs theivity (Big Punisher) Chorus (Armaggedon) Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40īs 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 8īs cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia Itīs get you down, but you spitting image of Appalonia Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke Plus songs I wrote, milkinī dumb honeys I poke The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slinginī Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance Currencyīs gonna murder me... Itīs never enough Breakinī my ass gettinī it, just as fast as I spend the stuff Calling Uncle Samīs bluff dun, taxes donīt bite us, bite us.... (Big Punisher) My life...my life... CHORUS (Big Punisher) The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight Iīm out to settle the score, letīs do it right Enough for looking at grave, Itīs 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 sheīs fifty years old, pushing a hummer The glamour life, hand me a knife Iīll slice and dice Mini-mize, 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 Itīs the glamour life, yo itīs the glamour, itīs the glamour life Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life Cock the hammer, in this motherfucking life, bitch Other Big Pun lyrics: Beware lyrics Boomerang lyrics Capital Punishment lyrics Carribean Connection lyrics Fast Money lyrics Iīm Not A Player lyrics Parental Discretion lyrics Punish Me lyrics Still Not A Player lyrics The Dream Shatterer lyrics Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy) lyrics Twinz (Deep Cover ī98) lyrics Uncensored lyrics You Ainīt A Killer lyrics You Came Up lyrics Brave in the Heart lyrics Classic Verses (Drop it Heavy and Fantastic 4) lyrics Freestyle With Remy Martin lyrics How We Roll lyrics How We Roll ī98 lyrics Mamma lyrics My World lyrics Who is a Thug lyrics 100% lyrics Itīs So Hard lyrics Laughing At You lyrics Leather Face lyrics Ms. Martin lyrics My Dick lyrics My Turn lyrics Nigga Shit lyrics Off Wit His Head lyrics Watch Those lyrics |