Terror Squad - Glamour Life lyrics

[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