"Illegal Amigos"
  [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
  Caballo a low-low that bounce like a hot check
  You always have my back, my number one soldado
  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
  The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe
  I pimp two bitches Mary Jane and Snow White...
    [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?
  To get my pocket, nothin but big face
  Dollar billers
  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
  Migga JP, where tha fuck we gone go
  Blowin all this smoke, Straight flowin out tha window
  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!!!
  You see my at the show
  Chillin with them blunt masters
  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...
    [Verse 3]
  Illegal amigos, yeah!
  They be my people, we connected like dots
  Extensions C-Notes from kilos
  As my nigga nino, he know
  How to make 100 thousand dollas
  A week, startin' from Zero
  Now we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
  The holly West, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)
  House of pounds then Key's to Key's
  And I still keep my eyes on my K-Sam...
  We big ballin', that's what I'm tellin' my people
  Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal Amigos
  Blunt Master's, C's, South Park Mexicans
  Brown Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam
  Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the exsis
  Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischis
  Illegal amigos, tha mexican connection
  Everything from Key's to pounds to automatic Weapons
  Big Ballin...!
    [Chorus 1]
    [Verse 4]
  As the sun goes down we begin to post up
  I done cook my coke up and my dope is low punk
  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
  Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a draw back
  I go all out, walk down the wrong route
  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
  You fellas, just jealous on my dick like relish
  I promise Imma show your bitch ass what hell is...
    [Chorus 2]