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 Rate Glamour Life
Artist : Big Punisher Featuring Fat Joe & Terror Squad
Song : Glamour Life
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 I'm in the
Diamante
Counting my G's, I'm out to be a
millionare
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
(Big
Punisher) Chorus:
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
(Triple Seis)
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
(Big Punisher: Get
the motherfucking gun)
Since ??? 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
(Big Punisher) The glamour life, the
glamour life, yo
(Big Punisher)
Chorus
(Fat Joe)
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
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 ???
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
(Big
Punisher) Chorus
(Armaggedon)
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....
(Big Punisher) My life...my
life...
CHORUS
(Big Punisher)
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
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
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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