Illegal Amigos - SPM

No nuts, no glory

Hear the whole story

I’ll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me

Drink some more forty

Fuck my little shorty

Pick out your ride

Luxurious or sporty

Money is no object, for this killer project

I buy you a low-low

That bounce like a hot check

You always have my back

My number one soldado

Watch that time fly on this diamond lace movado

Me

I’m rollin' in the two tone Corvette

My third wife

Ain’t even born yet

I’m Dope House Records

Bang out of Texas

Real niggas eatin' emcees for breakfast

Relentless

When they hand me the steel

Get your family killed

Like Amityville

The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe

I pimp two bitches, Mary Jane and Snow White

Who can hang

With illegal amigos

Illegal, amigos, from LBs to kilos

Who can hang

With illegal amigos

Illegal, amigos, stackin' them C-notes

See a frown

On my motherfuckin' face

Is it the place

Dig in my pocket

Nothin' but big face

Dollar billers

See me rollin' in these streets

With these motherfuckin' killers

Get on my lap

Make a left

On Hillah

Givin' shouts out

At that, yo SPM, pass me the gat

So I can show these motherfuckers

Where my heart is at

Catch me in the back of that Benzino

Countin' on my C-notes

Nigga JP

Where the fuck we gon' go

Blowin' all this smoke

Straight flowin' out the window

I thought you knew, we blowin'

Two sticks of endo

No turnin' back, bro

Continue on my hustle, though

I ain’t comin' up short

Must maintain

Ain’t that right, ho

Oh

You see me at the show

Chillin' with them blunt masters

Twisted off that green dragon sticky

With that (???)

Puta

You couldn’t even see me

Talkin' 'bout

Ain’t that Chuy from the T. V

Who can hang

With illegal amigos

Illegal, amigos, puttin' it down for my primos

Who can hang

With illegal amigos

Illegal, amigos, stayin' incognito

Illegal amigos, yeah

They be my people

We connected like dots, exchangin' C-Notes from kilos

Ask my nigga Nino

He know

How to make

A hundred thousand dollars if we

Started from zero

Now, we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)

The whole west, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)

We go

House of pounds, and then

Kis to kis

And I still

Keep my eyes on my

K-Sam, we big ballin'

That’s what I’m tellin' my people

Afilliated, la conecta

Illegal amigos

Blunt Masta C, South Park, Mexican

Brown Tribe, Nino, and my boy K-Sam

Outlaw hoodlums

Capone

And the eses

Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischiefs

Illegal amigos, the Mexican connection

Everythang from kis to pounds, to automatic weapons

Big ballin'

Repeat Chorus 1

As the sun goes down, we begin to post up

I done cook my coke up, and my dope is no punk

Don’t fight the fillin'

Eventually, you give in

SPM, rock the world that you live in

Street raised for combat

Hollin', «Where them bomb at»

Fuck hoes and all that

Bitches is a drawback

I go, all out

Walk down the wrong route

Gone south

Knew what I’m talkin' 'bout

Y’all doubt my potential, my credentials

I twist y’all niggas up like pretzels

Man, quien soy

Carlos Coy

Eighty 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»

You fellas just jealous, on my dick like relish

I promise I’m a show your bitch ass what hell is

Repeat Chorus 2