Glamour Life Lyrics - Singles - Big Punisher

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 Benjamin's 

'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 infinity 

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, it's 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 [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 

I'll 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 Appolonia 

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 Jordan's 

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