| No nuts, no glory
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| Hear the whole story
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| I’ll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me
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| Drink some more forty
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| Fuck my little shorty
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| Pick out your ride
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| Luxurious or sporty
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| Money is no object, for this killer project
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| I buy you a low-low
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| That bounce like a hot check
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| You always have my back
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| My number one soldado
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| Watch that time fly on this diamond lace movado
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| Me
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| I’m rollin' in the two tone Corvette
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| My third wife
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| Ain’t even born yet
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| I’m Dope House Records
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| Bang out of Texas
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| Real niggas eatin' emcees for breakfast
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| Relentless
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| When they hand me the steel
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| Get your family killed
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| Like Amityville
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| The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe
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| I pimp two bitches, Mary Jane and Snow White
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| Who can hang
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| With illegal amigos
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| Illegal, amigos, from LBs to kilos
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| Who can hang
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| With illegal amigos
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| Illegal, amigos, stackin' them C-notes
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| See a frown
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| On my motherfuckin' face
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| Is it the place
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| Dig in my pocket
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| Nothin' but big face
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| Dollar billers
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| See me rollin' in these streets
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| With these motherfuckin' killers
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| Get on my lap
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| Make a left
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| On Hillah
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| Givin' shouts out
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| At that, yo SPM, pass me the gat
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| So I can show these motherfuckers
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| Where my heart is at
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| Catch me in the back of that Benzino
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| Countin' on my C-notes
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| Nigga JP
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| Where the fuck we gon' go
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| Blowin' all this smoke
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| Straight flowin' out the window
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| I thought you knew, we blowin'
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| Two sticks of endo
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| No turnin' back, bro
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| Continue on my hustle, though
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| I ain’t comin' up short
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| Must maintain
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| Ain’t that right, ho
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| Oh
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| You see me at the show
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| Chillin' with them blunt masters
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| Twisted off that green dragon sticky
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| With that (???)
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| Puta
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| You couldn’t even see me
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| Talkin' 'bout
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| Ain’t that Chuy from the T. V
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| Who can hang
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| With illegal amigos
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| Illegal, amigos, puttin' it down for my primos
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| Who can hang
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| With illegal amigos
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| Illegal, amigos, stayin' incognito
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| Illegal amigos, yeah
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| They be my people
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| We connected like dots, exchangin' C-Notes from kilos
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| Ask my nigga Nino
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| He know
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| How to make
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| A hundred thousand dollars if we
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| Started from zero
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| Now, we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
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| The whole west, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)
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| We go
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| House of pounds, and then
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| Kis to kis
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| And I still
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| Keep my eyes on my
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| K-Sam, we big ballin'
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| That’s what I’m tellin' my people
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| Afilliated, la conecta
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| Illegal amigos
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| Blunt Masta C, South Park, Mexican
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| Brown Tribe, Nino, and my boy K-Sam
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| Outlaw hoodlums
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| Capone
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| And the eses
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| Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischiefs
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| Illegal amigos, the Mexican connection
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| Everythang from kis to pounds, to automatic weapons
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| Big ballin'
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| Repeat Chorus 1
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| As the sun goes down, we begin to post up
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| I done cook my coke up, and my dope is no punk
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| Don’t fight the fillin'
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| Eventually, you give in
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| SPM, rock the world that you live in
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| Street raised for combat
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| Hollin', «Where them bomb at»
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| Fuck hoes and all that
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| Bitches is a drawback
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| I go, all out
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| Walk down the wrong route
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| Gone south
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| Knew what I’m talkin' 'bout
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| Y’all doubt my potential, my credentials
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| I twist y’all niggas up like pretzels
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| Man, quien soy
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| Carlos Coy
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| Eighty G’s a month, stayin' self-employed
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| Killin' 'em softly, raisin' 'em off me
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| They askin' me if I’m the best
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| I tell 'em, «Probably»
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| You fellas just jealous, on my dick like relish
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| I promise I’m a show your bitch ass what hell is
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| Repeat Chorus 2 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Illegal Amigos , by - SPM. Song from the album Power Moves the Table, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп