调：G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Cm
(Cuban Link) Glamour life style baby,
Gm
Cm
Gm
Platinium status, yeah, what up,
what up?
(Big Punisher) Stick
Cm
around
Verse 2
Gm
to live a life a- glamour
Like my man Tony Montana
Stand and pose in front of cameras
Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while
I'm out to be a millionaire
Dipped in gear,
getting benjamins
Cuz if doesn't make dollars,
I represent,
Went from living in tenements to
that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
Even De Niro know not
to 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,
Verse 3
unless it's Pun
blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice
stash the dope and rice
Verse 4
Ripped off from the Infiniti
Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake,
leaving no identity
Just the memory,
against the big- joker
with some chocha
(Big Punisher: Get
the motherfucking gun)
Since now I've become the one
Dirty rats pack gats for cheese
Bullets of breeze at light speed
and sacrificing your seeds
filled with 50 keys
Please, no remorse for your two face
my life throughout the motherfucking suitcase
You about to take
who's place? Not Seis...
Your body'll be laced,
and left without a trace
Verse 5
(Big Punisher) (Fat Joe)
Leave your family crying for
you like Argentina, mira
Street Dreamer like Nas,
my entourage is thick
you start some shit
arsenal of ammunition
Nigga I'm staying paid,
you's a joke
in the bub- Lex
In the back seat, having rough sex
I love this glamorous life I live,
having the ice and shit
keep the five burning while the tires turning
Verse 6
Bb
Am
Gm
the dough,
the audience, party heavy till the 40's in
Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient
Bb
Gm
and no man wept the path his daughter went
Dicks with the fallopian,
prostitute emporium
4 cup 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
milkin' dumb honeys I poke
The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland,
slingin'
to get cash for Jordans
me... It's never enough
Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just
Gm
Cm
Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us,
bite us...
Verse 7
Verse 8
Bb
(Big Punisher)
defense is tight
I'm out to settle the score,
It's paying back tonight
this life I live is trife as shit
Least my wife and kid
me and my mother
Now she's fifty years
old, pushing a hummer
let them hear it
Let them fear it,
Verse 9
send it screaming to the Holy Spirit
the glamour life
It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour,
Cock the hammer,
in this motherfucking life, bitch
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