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[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 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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