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作词 : Lewis, Rios |
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Intro |
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(Cuban Link) Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks |
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Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo |
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Platinium status, yeah, what up, what up? |
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(Big Punisher) Stick around |
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(Cuban Link) |
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Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour |
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Like my man Tony Montana |
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Stand and pose in front of cameras |
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With my golden silk pajamas on |
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Smoking havanas, drinking Dom P |
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Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while I'm in the Diamante |
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Counting my G's, I'm out to be a millionaire |
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Dipped in gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air |
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Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting benjamins |
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Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense |
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I represent, I'm in to be the king of New York |
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Went from living in tenements to up in house resorts |
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I'm the latino, that'll take you to war like Al Pacino |
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Even De Niro know not to gamble in my casino |
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Vino wanna rock, slaps, to dinners with mobsters |
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I got *************t locked from Prospect Ave. to the tropics |
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Sitting on top of the world like the sun |
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A living legend from the Bronx, second to none, unless it's Pun |
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(Big Punisher) Chorus: |
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It's the glamour life, blow up the kids and the wife |
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Players who ain't half as nice swear to, but they sacrifice |
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Bottle the rock, freeze the ice, stash the **** and rice |
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And get ready for the glamour life |
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(Triple Seis) |
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Ripped off from the Infiniti |
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Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake, leaving no identity |
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Just the memory, a casualty as I casually make moves on my rivalries |
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All eyes I be, on the quest for loot |
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Pu*************ng a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops, against the big-joker |
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Sipping alimoca, playing poker with some chocha |
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Heard an approacher, must be fam, but damn I had to smoke Pun |
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(Big Punisher: Get the mother******g gun) |
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Since then I've become the one wanted for a lump sum of G's |
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Dirty rats pack gats for cheese |
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Bullets of breeze at light speed |
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Taking your pretty wife life and sacrificing your seeds |
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Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's |
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*************p his body to the states, filled with 50 keys |
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Please, no remorse for your two face |
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Inside a symbol, my rifle out the mother******g suitcase |
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You about to take who's place? Not Seis... |
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Your body'll be laced, and left without a trace |
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(Big Punisher) The glamour life, the glamour life, yo |
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(Big Punisher) Chorus |
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(Fat Joe) |
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Yo, I'ts the mother******g Don Cartagena |
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The leader, Terror Squad cleaner |
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Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, mira |
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Street dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick |
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Camouflaging this *************, so God forbid you start some *************t |
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My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition |
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Hollow tips an', cop killers with the |
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Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days |
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************* I'm staying paid, you's a joke |
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Always broke with your lazy ways |
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Anyway, back to the subject, in the bub-Lex |
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In the back seat, having rough sex |
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I love this glamorous life I live, having the ice and *************t |
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Think twice, I give Christ your kids |
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I live life for gifts, keep the fire burning while the tires turning |
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I blaze an L and seek a higher learning |
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Kaiser's learnin' everything illegally |
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We could de friend for years, cross me once that's thievery |
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(Big Punisher) Chorus |
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(Armaggedon) |
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Yo, the dough, the rap, the audience, party heavy till the 40's in |
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Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient |
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Take all the rent, and no man wept the path his daughter went |
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*************s with the fallopian, wide as auditoriums |
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She ************* for dough for opium, prostitute emporium |
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500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian |
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8's cup of vodka, 4 cups of juice for sodium |
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Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia |
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It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appalonia |
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Now how can I go broke, pumping twenties of coke |
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Plus songs I wrote, milkin' dumb honeys I poke |
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The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland, slingin' |
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Singing how he trying to get cash for Jordans |
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Another cat toss his Beamer to get the insurance |
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Currency's gonna murder me... It's never enough |
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Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just as fast as I spend the stuff |
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Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us, bite us.... |
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(Big Punisher) My life...my life... |
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CHORUS |
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(Big Punisher) |
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The glamour life, play precise, defense is tight |
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I'm out to settle the score, let's do it right |
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Enough for looking at grave, It's paying back tonight |
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Yo Twin pass the lye, pass the light |
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The glamour life, this life I live is trife as *************t |
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Least my wife and kid got somewhere nice to live |
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I used to live in the gutter, me and my mother |
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Now she's fifty years old, pu*************ng a hummer |
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The glamour life, hand me a knife I'll slice and dice |
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Mini-mize, send them to Christ in the after life |
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Pass the mic down the line, let them hear it |
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Let them fear it, send it screaming to the Holy Spirit |
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Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life |
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It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life |
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Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life |
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****** the hammer, in this mother******g life, ************* |