Glamour Life chords by Big Punisher

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Verse 1
Em 
Am 
(Cuban Link) Glamour life style baby,
Em 
bottle the rocks
Am 
Lose the ice, 100 mil kid,
Em 
C 
money, money, money, mo
Em 
Am 
Em 
Platinium status, yeah, what up,
what up?
(Big Punisher) Stick
Am 
around
G 
(Cuban Link) Yo, I plan

Verse 2
Em 
to live a life a- glamour
Like my man Tony Montana
Stand and pose in front of cameras
G 
With my golden silk pa jamas on
Em 
Smoking havanas, drinking Don P
Thinking beyond deeper than Ghandi, while
G 
I'm in the Diamante
Em 
Counting my G's,
I'm out to be a millionaire
Dipped in gear,
G 
flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air
Em 
Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into
getting benjamins
Cuz if doesn't make dollars,
G 
then it doesn't make sense
I represent,
Em 
I'm in to be the king of New York
Went from living in tenements to
G 
F#m 
up in house re    sorts
Em 
I'm the latino,
that'll take you to war like Al Pacino
Even De Niro know not
F#m 
to gamble in my casino
Em 
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,

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Verse 3

unless it's Pun

(Big Punisher) It's the glamour life,

blow up the kids and the wife

Players who ain't half as nice

swear to, but they sacrifice

Bottle the rock, freeze the ice,

stash the dope and rice

And get ready for the glamour life

Verse 4
Em 
(Triple Seis)
Ripped off from the Infiniti
Dump the body an' the shottie down the lake,
leaving no identity
Just the memory,
G 
a casualty as I casually make move on my rivalries
Em 
All eyes I be, on the quest for loot
G 
Pushing a Lexus coupe, to pursuit them troops,
against the big- joker
Em 
Sipping alimoca, playing poker
with some chocha
G 
Heard an ap proacher, must be fam,
Em 
but damn I had to smoke Pun
(Big Punisher: Get
the motherfucking gun)
Since now I've become the one
G 
Em 
wanted for a lump sum of G's
Dirty rats pack gats for cheese
Bullets of breeze at light speed
G 
Em 
Taking your pretty wife life
and sacrificing your seeds
F#m 
Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's
Em 
Ship his body to the states,
filled with 50 keys
Please, no remorse for your two face
G 
Em 
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
Em 
(Big Punisher) The glamour life,
G 
the glamour life, yo
(Big Punisher) (Fat Joe)
Em 
G 
Yo,
Em 
G 
I'ts the motherfucking
Em 
Am 
Don Cartagena
Em 
The leader, Terror Squad cleaner
Leave your family crying for
you like Argentina, mira
Street Dreamer like Nas,
my entourage is thick
G 
Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid
you start some shit
Em 
My squad's equipped with an
arsenal of ammunition
G 
Hollow tips an', cop killers with the???
Em 
Accounts in Switzerland for rainy days
Nigga I'm staying paid,
you's a joke
G 
Always broke with your lazy ways
Em 
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
G 
Think twice, I give Christ your kids
Em 
I live life for gifts,
keep the five burning while the tires turning
G 
I blaze an L and seek a higher learning
Em 
Kaiser's learnin'
Am 
everything illegally
Em 
We could be friend for years,
G 
Em 
cross me once that's theivity

Verse 6
Em 
(Big Punisher) (Armaggedon) Yo,
G 
F#m 
Em 
the dough,
G 
Em 
the rap,
the audience, party heavy till the 40's in
Ill like the Yakuza run the Orient
F 
Take all the rent,
G 
Em 
and no man wept the path his daughter went
Dicks with the fallopian,
G 
wide as auditorium
Em 
She fuck for dough for opium,
prostitute emporium
G 
500 Benz, 500friends sell Cambodian
Em 
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
G 
Em 
Plus songs I wrote,
milkin' dumb honeys I poke
The young blood sat on the bench in Vant Courtland,
slingin'
F 
Em 
Singing how he trying
to get cash for Jordans
C 
Another cat toss his Beamer
Em 
to get the insurance
G 
Em 
Currency's gonna murder
me... It's never enough
Breakin' my ass gettin' it, just
G 
as fast as I spend the stuff
Em 
Am 
Calling Uncle Sam's bluff dun, taxes don't bite us,
bite us...
Em 
G 
(Big Punisher) My life...

Verse 7

my life...

F#m

Verse 8
G 
(Big Punisher)
Em 
The glamour life, play precise,
defense is tight
I'm out to settle the score,
G 
let's do it right
Em 
Enough for looking at grave,
It's paying back tonight
G 
Yo Twin pass the lah, pass the light
Em 
The glamour life,
this life I live is trife as shit
Least my wife and kid
G 
got somewhere nice to live
Em 
I used to live in the gut ter,
me and my mother
Now she's fifty years
old, pushing a hummer
G 
The glamour life,
Em 
hand me a knife I'll slice and dice
G 
Mini- mize, send them to Christ in the after life
Em 
Pass the mic down the line,
let them hear it
Let them fear it,

Verse 9
send it screaming to the Holy Spirit
Em 
Glamour life, the glamour life,
the glamour life
It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour,
F#m 
it's the glamour life
Em 
Glamour life, glamour life, glamour life
Cock the hammer,
in this motherfucking life, bitch