[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 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 De Niro know not to gamble in my casino
Vino on the rocks, lobster dinners with mobsters
I got sh** 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
[Hook: Big 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
[Verse 2: 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, or the hammer have to smoke Pun
(get the motherf**ing gun)
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 keys
Please, no remorse for your two face
As I a**emble my rifle out the motherf**ing suitcase
You about to take who's place? Not Seis...
Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace
[Hook: Big Pun]
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
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Yo, it's the motherf**ing Don Cartagena
The leader, Terror Squad cleaner
Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, mira
Street Dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick
Camouflagued in this b**h, so God forbid you start some sh**
My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
Hollow tips an', cop k**ers with the carved initial in
Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
n***a 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 s**
I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and sh**
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
[Hook: Big Pun]
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
[Verse 4: Armaggedon]
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, and no man wept the path his daughter went
Dicks with the Fallopian, wide as auditorium
She f** 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 b**hes spitting image of Apollonia
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 a** 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
[Hook: Big Pun]
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
[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 pa** the lah, pa** the light
The glamour life, this life I live is trife as sh**
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
Pa** the mic down the line, let them hear it
Let them fear it, send it 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
co*k the hammer, in this motherf**ing life, b**h