Illegal Amigos

[Verse 1]<br>No nutt`s no glory, hear the whole story<br>I`ll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me<br>Drink some more forty, fuck my Lil` Shorty<br>Pick out your ride, Luxturious or Sporty<br>Money is no object for this killa project<br>Caballo a low-low that bounce like a hot check<br>You always have my back, my number one soldado<br>Watch the time fly on this dimond lace novato<br>Me, I`m rollin in tha two tone corvette<br>My third wife, ain`t even born yet<br>I`m Dope House Records, band outta Texas<br>Real niggaz eatin MC`s for breakfast<br>Relentless, when they hand me tha steal<br>Get your family killed, like amid-divil<br>The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe<br>I pimp two bitches Mary Jane and Snow White...<br><br>(Chorus 1)<br>(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)<br>Illegal Amigos, from LB`s tha Kilos<br>(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)<br>Illegal Amigos, stackin `em c-noes<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>C-Frawn, I`m a mothafuckin face, is it tha place?<br>To get my pocket, nothin but big face<br>Dollar billers<br>See me rollin in these streets<br>With these mothafuckin killas<br>Get on my lap, make a left on Hillah<br>Givin shouts out, en dath, yo SPM pass me tha gap<br>So i can show there mothafuckers where my heart is at<br>Cath me in tha back of that Benzino<br>Puntin on my C-Noes<br>Migga JP, where tha fuck we gone go<br>Blowin all this smoke, Straight flowin out tha window<br>I thought you knew we blowin two sticks of vindo<br>No turnin back bro, continue on my hustle though<br>I ain`t comin up show<br>Must maintain, ain`t that right Hoe Ohh!!!<br>You see my at the show<br>Chillin with them blunt masters<br>Pushin off that green dragons stick it<br>With that V and soak it<br>Puta! you couldn`t even see me<br>Talkin bout, ain`t that Chuy from tha T.V...<br><br>Chorus 2:<br>(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)<br>Illegal amigos puttin down our peoples<br>(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)<br>Illegal amigos stayin incognito...<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>Illegal amigos, yeah!<br>They be my people, we connected like dots<br>Extensions C-Notes from kilos<br>As my nigga niсo, he know<br>How to make 100 thousand dollas<br>A week, startin` from Zero<br>Now we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)<br>The holly West, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)<br>House of pounds then Key`s to Key`s<br>And I still keep my eyes on my K-Sam...<br>We big ballin`, that`s what I`m tellin` my people<br>Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal Amigos<br>Blunt Master`s, C`s, South Park Mexicans<br>Brown Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam<br>Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the exsis<br>Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischis<br>Illegal amigos, tha mexican connection<br>Everything from Key`s to pounds to automatic Weapons<br>Big Ballin...!<br><br>(Chorus 1)<br><br>[Verse 4]<br>As the sun goes down we begin to post up<br>I done cook my coke up and my dope is low punk<br>Don`t fight the fillin, aventually you give in<br>SPM, rock tha world that you live in<br>Street raise for combat, hollin where tha bomb at<br>Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a draw back<br>I go all out, walk down the wrong route<br>Gone South, Knew what I`m torn bout<br>Ya`ll down my padential, my padentials<br>I twist ya niggas up like pretzels<br>Man quien soy? Carlos Coy<br>80 G`s a month stayin self-employed<br>Killin `em softly, raisin `em off me<br>They askin me if I`m the best<br>I tell `em probably<br>You fellas, just jealous on my dick like relish<br>I promise Imma show your bitch ass what hell is...<br><br>(Chorus 2)