Тональность: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Cm
(Cuban Link) Glamour life style baby,
Cm
Lose the ice, 100 mil kid,
Gm
Eb
money, money, money, mo
Gm
Cm
Gm
Platinium status, yeah, what up,
what up?
(Big Punisher) Stick
Cm
around
Bb
(Cuban Link) Yo, I plan
Verse 2
Gm
to live a life a- glamour
Like my man Tony Montana
Stand and pose in front of cameras
Bb
With my golden silk pa jamas on
Gm
Smoking havanas, drinking Don P
Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while
Bb
I'm in the Diamante
I'm out to be a millionaire
Dipped in gear,
Bb
flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
Gm
Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into
getting benjamins
Cuz if doesn't make dollars,
Bb
then it doesn't make sense
I represent,
Gm
I'm in to be the king of New York
Went from living in tenements to
Bb
Am
up in house re sorts
that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
Even De Niro know not
Am
to gamble in my casino
Gm
Vino wanna rock, slaps,
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
Gm
(Big Punisher) It's the glamour life,
blow up the kids and the wife
Players who ain't half as nice
Bb
swear to, but they sacrifice
Gm
Bottle the rock, freeze the ice,
stash the dope and rice
Bb
And get ready for the glamour life
Verse 4
Ripped off from the Infiniti
Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake,
leaving no identity
Just the memory,
Bb
a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries
Gm
All eyes I be, on the quest for loot
Bb
Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops,
against the big- joker
Gm
Sipping alimoca, playing poker
with some chocha
Bb
Heard an ap proacher, must be fam,
Gm
but damn I had to smoke Pun
(Big Punisher: Get
the motherfucking gun)
Since now I've become the one
Bb
Gm
wanted for a lump sum of G's
Dirty rats pack gats for cheese
Bullets of breeze at light speed
Bb
Gm
Taking your pretty wife life
and sacrificing your seeds
Am
Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's
Gm
Ship his body to the states,
filled with 50 keys
Please, no remorse for your two face
Bb
Gm
Inside a symbol,
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
Gm
(Big Punisher) The glamour life,
Bb
the glamour life, yo
(Big Punisher) (Fat Joe)
Gm
Bb
Yo,
Gm
Bb
I'ts the motherfucking
Gm
Cm
Don Cartagena
Gm
The leader, Terror Squad cleaner
Leave your family crying for
you like Argentina, mira
Street Dreamer like Nas,
my entourage is thick
Bb
Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid
you start some shit
Gm
My squad's equipped with an
arsenal of ammunition
Bb
Hollow tips an', cop killers with the???
Gm
Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
Nigga I'm staying paid,
you's a joke
Bb
Always broke with your lazy ways
Gm
Anyway, back to the subject,
in the bub- Lex
In the back seat, having rough sex
I love this glamorous life I live,
having the ice and shit
Bb
Think twice, I give Christ your kids
Gm
I live life for gifts,
keep the five burning while the tires turning
Bb
I blaze an L and seek a higher learning
Gm
Kaiser's learnin'
Cm
everything illegally
Gm
We could be friend for years,
Bb
Gm
cross me once that's theivity
Verse 6
Gm
(Big Punisher) (Armaggedon) Yo,
Bb
Am
Gm
the dough,
Bb
Gm
the rap,
the audience, party heavy till the 40's in
Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient
Ab
Take all the rent,
Bb
Gm
and no man wept the path his daughter went
Dicks with the fallopian,
Bb
wide as auditorium
Gm
She fuck for dough for opium,
prostitute emporium
Bb
500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian
Gm
8's cup of vodka,
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
Bb
Gm
Plus songs I wrote,
milkin' dumb honeys I poke
The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland,
slingin'
Ab
Gm
Singing how he trying
to get cash for Jordans
Eb
Another cat toss his Beamer
Gm
to get the insurance
Bb
Gm
Currency's gonna murder
me... It's never enough
Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just
Bb
as fast as I spend the stuff
Gm
Cm
Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us,
bite us...
Gm
Bb
(Big Punisher) My life...
Verse 7
Bb
Am
Bb
Gm
Bb
Verse 8
Bb
(Big Punisher)
Gm
The glamour life, play precise,
defense is tight
I'm out to settle the score,
Bb
let's do it right
Gm
Enough for looking at grave,
It's paying back tonight
Bb
Yo Twin pass the lah, pass the light
Gm
The glamour life,
this life I live is trife as shit
Least my wife and kid
Bb
got somewhere nice to live
Gm
I used to live in the gut ter,
me and my mother
Now she's fifty years
old, pushing a hummer
Bb
The glamour life,
Gm
hand me a knife I'll slice and dice
Bb
Mini- mize, send them to Christ in the after life
Gm
Pass the mic down the line,
let them hear it
Let them fear it,
Verse 9
send it screaming to the Holy Spirit
Gm
Glamour life, the glamour life,
the glamour life
It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour,
Am
it's the glamour life
Gm
Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life
Cock the hammer,
in this motherfucking life, bitch
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