[Verse 1] No nutt's no glory, hear the whole story I'll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me Drink some more forty, fuck my Lil' Shorty Pick out your ride, Luxturious or Sporty Money is no object for this killa project You always have my back, my number one soldado Caballo a low-low that bounce like a hot check Watch the time fly on this dimond lace novato Me, I'm rollin in tha two tone corvette My third wife, ain't even born yet I'm Dope House Records, band outta Texas Real niggaz eatin MC's for breakfast Relentless, when they hand me tha steal Get your family killed, like amid-divil I pimp two bitches Mary Jane and Snow White... The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe (Chorus 1) (Who can hang with Illegal Amigos) Illegal Amigos, from LB's tha Kilos (Who can hang with Illegal Amigos) Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em c-noes [Verse 2] C-Frawn, I'm a mothafuckin face, is it tha place? Dollar billers To get my pocket, nothin but big face See me rollin in these streets With these mothafuckin killas Get on my lap, make a left on Hillah Givin shouts out, en dath, yo SPM pass me tha gap So i can show there mothafuckers where my heart is at Cath me in tha back of that Benzino Puntin on my C-Noes Blowin all this smoke, Straight flowin out tha window Migga JP, where tha fuck we gone go I thought you knew we blowin two sticks of vindo No turnin back bro, continue on my hustle though I ain't comin up show Must maintain, ain't that right Hoe Ohh!!! Chillin with them blunt masters You see my at the show Pushin off that green dragons stick it With that V and soak it Puta! you couldn't even see me Talkin bout, ain't that Chuy from tha T.V... Chorus 2: (Who can hang with Illegal Amigos) Illegal amigos puttin down our peoples (Who can hang with Illegal Amigos) Illegal amigos stayin incognito... Illegal amigos, yeah! They be my people, we connected like dots [Verse 3] Extensions C-Notes from kilos As my nigga niño, he know How to make 100 thousand dollas A week, startin' from Zero Now we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.) House of pounds then Key's to Key's The holly West, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay) We big ballin', that's what I'm tellin' my people And I still keep my eyes on my K-Sam... Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal Amigos Blunt Master's, C's, South Park Mexicans Brown Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischis Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the exsis Big Ballin...! Illegal amigos, tha mexican connection Everything from Key's to pounds to automatic Weapons (Chorus 1) I done cook my coke up and my dope is low punk [Verse 4] As the sun goes down we begin to post up Don't fight the fillin, aventually you give in SPM, rock tha world that you live in Street raise for combat, hollin where tha bomb at I go all out, walk down the wrong route Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a draw back Gone South, Knew what I'm torn bout Ya'll down my padential, my padentials I twist ya niggas up like pretzels Man quien soy? Carlos Coy 80 G's a month stayin self-employed Killin 'em softly, raisin 'em off me They askin me if I'm the best I tell 'em probably I promise Imma show your bitch ass what hell is... You fellas, just jealous on my dick like relish (Chorus 2 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com