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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Punisher
Vocals
Fat Joe
Vocals
Triple Seis
Vocals
Armageddon
Vocals
Cuban Link
Vocals
George Benson
Sampled Artist
L.E.S.
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
Leshan Lewis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Gregory
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nikos Teneketzis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifil
Recording Engineer
Chris Conway
Mixing Engineer
L.E.S.
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
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
Smokin' Havanas, drinkin' Dom P
Thinkin' beyond deeper than Ghandi, while I'm in a Diamante
Countin' 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 gettin' Benjamins
'Cause 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 livin' 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 shit locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics
Sittin' on top of the world like the sun
A livin' legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun
[Chorus]
It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice, straight up 'bout the sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope in rice
And get ready for the glamour life
[Verse 1]
Ripped off from the affinity
Dump the body in the shottie down the lake, leavin' no identity
Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make moves on my rivalries
All eyes, I be, on the quest for loot
Pushin' a Lexus coupe to pursuit them troops against the big joker
Sippin' alimoca, playin' poker with some chocha
Heard an approacher, must be fam, or the Hammer have to smoke, Pun
Get the motherfuckin' 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
Takin' your pretty wife life and sacrificin' your seed
Indeed, we let him bleed for fifty G's
Ship his body to the states, filled with fifty keys
Please, no remorse for your two face
As I assemble my motherfuckin' rifle out the suitcase
You about to take who's place? Not Seis
Your body'll be laced and left without a trace
[Chorus]
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, straight up 'bout the sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope in rice
And get ready for the glamour life
[Verse 2]
Yo, it's the motherfuckin' Don Cartagena, the leader, Terror Squad cleaner
Leave your family cryin' for you like Argentina, mira
Street dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick
Camouflagin' that bitch, so God forbid you start some shit
My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
Hollow tips and cop killers with the carved initialin'
Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
**** I'm stayin' paid, you's a joke, always broke with your lazy ways
Anyways, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex
In the back seat, havin' rough sex
I love this glamorous life I live, havin' the ice and shit
Think twice, I give Christ your kids
I live life for gifts, keep the five burnin' while the tires turnin'
I blaze a L and seek a higher learnin'
Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally
We could de friend for years, cross me once that's thievery
[Chorus]
The glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice, straight up 'bout the sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope in rice
And get ready for the glamour life
[Verse 3]
Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's end
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, five hundred friends sell Cambodian
8 cups of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium
Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia
It gets you down, but you spittin' image of Apollonia
Now how can I go broke, pumpin' twenties of coke?
Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke
The young blood sat on the bench in Van Cortlandt, slingin'
Singin' how he tryin' 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
Callin' Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us
My life (My life)
Yo it's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice, straight up 'bout the sacrifice
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the dope in rice
And get ready for the glamour life
[Verse 4]
The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight
I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right
Enough for lookin' at grave, It's payin' back tonight
Yo Twin, pass the light, 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, pushin' a Hummer
The glamour life, hand me a knife, I'll slice and dice
Men or mice, send 'em to Christ in the after life
Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it
Let them fear it, send 'em screamin' to the Holy Spirit
[Outro]
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 motherfuckin' life, bitch
Written by: Christopher Rios, Leshan Lewis