Glamour Life

[Intro: Cuban Link & Big Pun] (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 [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Yo, I plan to live a life of glamour like my man Tony Montana Stand and pose in front of cameras with my golden silk pajamas on Smoking Havanas, drinkin' Dom P Thinkin' beyond deeper than Gandhi while I'm in the Diamante Counting my Gs, 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 livin' 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 livin' legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun [Chorus: Big Pun] It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice sweared about the sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life [Verse 2: Triple Seis] Ripped off from the affinity, dump the body and 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 choker 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 [Chorus: Big Pun] The glamour life, the glamour life, yo Yo, it's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice swear about the sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life [Verse 3: Fat Joe] 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 Youse 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 fire burning while the tides turning, I blaze an L And seek a higher learning, Keyser's earnin' everything illegally We could be friend for years, cross me once that’s thievery [Chorus: Big Pun] The glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice sweared about the sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life [Verse 4: Armageddon] 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 [Chorus: Big Pun] My life... yo, it's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife Players who ain't half as nice sweared about the sacrifice Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope and rice And get ready for the glamour life [Verse 5: Big Pun] 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 'em screaming to the Holy Spirit [Outro: Big Pun] 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 [Produced by L.E.S.]