Big Pun, Terror Squad - Glamour Life lyrics

(Uh) Glamour life style baby (Dum dum dum
Dum) , bottle the rocks (yeah, yeah)
Freeze the ice, 100 mil
Kid, money, money, money, mo'
Platinum status
(Word word, 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
Cause if doesn't make dollars
Then it doesn't make sense i represent
I meant to be the king of New York
Went from living in tenements
To a penthouse resort i'm the Latino
That'll take you to war like Al Pacino
Even DeNiro know not to gamble in my Casino
Vino on the rocks
Lobster 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
Or the hammer have to smoke Pun
(Get the motherfucking guns)
Since now I've 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 ki's
Please, no remorse for your two face
As I assemble my rifle
Out 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
Street dreamer like Nas
My entourage is thick
Camouflaged in 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 carved initialin'
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 be friend for years
Cross me once that’s thievery

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 'til the 40's in
Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient
Take all the rent
An old 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 cups of vodka, 4 cups of juice for sodium
Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia
It gets you dime bitches
Spitting image of Apollonia
Now how can I go broke
Pumping twenties of coke plus songs I wrote
Milkin' dumb honies 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 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

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 lye, 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
Men or Mice
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
The glamour life, the glamour life
The glamour life
Cock the hammer, end his motherfucking life
Bitch