glamour life
Singer:big punisher
i plan to live a life a-glamour
stand and pose in front of cameras
with my golden silk pajamas on
thinking beyond deeper than ghandi
while i'm in the diamante
i'm out to be a millionare
flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
cuban link is into getting benjamins
cuz if doesn't make dollars
then it doesn't make sense
i'm in to be the king of new york
went from living in tenements to up in house resorts
that'll take you to war like al pacino
even de niro know not to gamble in my casino
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
blow up the kids and the wife
players who ain't half as nice swear to
and get ready for the glamour life
ripped off from the infiniti
dump the body an' the shottie down the lake
a casualty as i casually make move on my rivalries
playing poker with some chocha
but damn i had to smoke pun
get the motherfucking gun)
since? 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
we let him bleed for 50 g's
ship his body to the states
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
i'ts the motherfucking don cartagena
leave your family crying for you like argentina
so god forbid you start some shit
my squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition
accounts in switzerland for rainy days
always broke with your lazy ways
i love this glamorous life i live
keep the five burning while the tires turning
i blaze an l and seek a higher learning
kaiser's learnin' everything illegally
we could de friend for years
cross me once that's theivity
party heavy till the 40's in
ill like the yakuza run the orient
and no man wept the path his daughter went
she fuck for dough for opium
500 friends sell cambodian
4 cup of juice for sodium
sweet as the smell of magnolia
but you spitting image of appalonia
milkin' dumb honeys i poke
the young blood sat on the bench in vant courtland
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 ass gettin' it
just as fast as i spend the stuff
calling uncle sam's bluff dun
bite us. my life.my life. the glamour life
i'm out to settle the score
enough for looking at grave
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
now she's fifty years old
hand me a knife i'll slice and dice
send them to christ in the after life
pass the mic down the line
send it screaming to the holy spirit
in this motherfucking life