Amigo
Masta Lyrics

No nutt's no glory, hear the whole story
There's no reward without taking risks, listen carefully to the entire plan

I'll be on stage, when you kill that punk for me
I'll perform on stage while you take care of business for me

Drink some more forty, fuck my Lil' Shorty
Drink more 40 oz malt liquor and have sex with my girlfriend

Pick out your ride, Luxturious or Sporty
Choose either a luxurious or sporty car for the mission

Money is no object for this killa project
We have unlimited funds for this killing project

Caballo a low-low that bounce like a hot check
Ride in a lowrider car that bounces a lot

You always have my back, my number one soldado
You're my most trusted soldier, always by my side

Watch the time fly on this dimond lace novato
I'm enjoying my time in this flashy car with diamond rims

Me, I'm rollin in tha two tone corvette
I'm driving a two-tone Corvette

My third wife, ain't even born yet
I plan on getting married at least three times

I'm Dope House Records, band outta Texas
I'm part of the Dope House Records band from Texas

Real niggaz eatin MC's for breakfast
We're real gangsters who are taking down other rappers

Relentless, when they hand me tha steal
I'm unstoppable when I have a gun in my hand

Get your family killed, like amid-divil
I'll have your entire family killed, like the devil himself

The ink in my pen shoot poison from a blow pipe
My lyrics have a poisonous effect, like a blow pipe

I pimp two bitches Mary Jane and Snow White...
I sell drugs, marijuana and cocaine

(Who can hang with Illegal Amigos)
Who can keep up with us, the Illegal Amigos

Illegal Amigos, from LB's tha Kilos
Our gang, Illegal Amigos, deals with pounds of drugs

Illegal Amigos, stackin 'em see-noes
We're stacking up money and kilos of drugs

see-Frawn, I'm a mothafuckin face, is it tha place?
Do I look like I belong here?

To get my pocket, nothin but big face
To make a lot of money

Dollar billers
People who have a lot of money

See me rollin in these streets
I'm driving around the streets

With these mothafuckin killas
With my gang of killers

Get on my lap, make a left on Hillah
Get in the car with me, turn left on Hillah street

Givin shouts out, en dath, yo SPM pass me tha gap
Giving shout outs to my gang, asking for a gun

So i can show there mothafuckers where my heart is at
So I can demonstrate my loyalty and toughness

Cath me in tha back of that Benzino
Catch me riding in the back of that car

Puntin on my see-Noes
Making a lot of money selling drugs

Migga JP, where tha fuck we gone go
My friend JP, where are we going to go?

Blowin all this smoke, Straight flowin out tha window
Smoking marijuana, letting the smoke out the window

I thought you knew we blowin two sticks of vindo
I thought you already knew we were smoking marijuana

No turnin back bro, continue on my hustle though
We can't go back now, we have to keep hustling

I ain't comin up show
I won't be at the event right away

Must maintain, ain't that right Hoe Ohh!!!
We have to keep things under control

You see my at the show
You'll see me at the event later

Chillin with them blunt masters
Relaxing with my fellow marijuana smokers

Pushin off that green dragons stick it
Smoking marijuana

With that V and soak it
With my 'V' (possibly referring to a type of marijuana) and enjoying it

Puta! you couldn't even see me
You don't even know how hard I am to find

Talkin bout, ain't that Chuy from tha T.V...
People recognizing my TV appearance

Illegal amigos puttin down our peoples
Our gang, Illegal Amigos, is helping out our community

Illegal amigos stayin incognito...
We're staying low-key and not attracting attention

They be my people, we connected like dots
My gang, Illegal Amigos, is like family to me

Extensions see-Notes from kilos
My money comes from selling kilos of drugs

As my nigga niño, he know
My friend Nino knows

How to make 100 thousand dollas
He knows how to make a lot of money

A week, startin' from Zero
From nothing to making six figures in one week

Now we got connections from Chicago to L.A. (L.A.)
We have connections all across the U.S.

The holly West, we even got Matigo Bay (Matigo Bay)
We have connections even in Jamaica

House of pounds then Key's to Key's
We're involved in selling both pounds of drugs and keys (kilos) of drugs

And I still keep my eyes on my K-Sam...
I'm still watching out for my friend K-Sam

We big ballin', that's what I'm tellin' my people
We're living the high life and I'm telling my gang about it

Afilliated, La Colecta, Illegal Amigos
We're affiliated with La Colecta and part of the Illegal Amigos gang

Blunt Master's, see's, South Park Mexicans
We're also part of the Blunt Masters and South Park Mexican gangs

Brown Pround, Dino, and my boy K-Sam
We're also associated with the Brown Pround and Dino gangs, as well as my friend K-Sam

Outlaw, Hudlam, Capon, and the exsis
We're also associated with the Outlaw, Hudlam, and Capon gangs, as well as the exsis (possibly referring to excess)

Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischis
We're also associated with Chuy Loco, Falcon, and Lack Mischis gangs

Illegal amigos, tha mexican connection
We're the Mexican connection for drugs and criminal activity

Everything from Key's to pounds to automatic Weapons
We deal with everything from kilos of drugs to large amounts to automatic weapons

As the sun goes down we begin to post up
At nightfall we start to watch and prepare for anything

I done cook my coke up and my dope is low punk
I finished cooking my cocaine and I'm running low on drugs

Don't fight the fillin, aventually you give in
Don't resist the temptation, eventually you'll give in

SPM, rock tha world that you live in
I'm SPM and I'm making a huge impact in the world you live in

Street raise for combat, hollin where tha bomb at
We're prepared for combat in the streets, looking for where the bomb is

Fuck hoes and all that, bitches is a draw back
Forget about women and distractions, they're holding you back

I go all out, walk down the wrong route
I take big risks and go down dangerous paths

Gone South, Knew what I'm torn bout
I've gotten myself into trouble and I'm struggling with it

Ya'll down my padential, my padentials
You doubt my potential, my abilities

I twist ya niggas up like pretzels
I defeat and manipulate my enemies like twisting up a pretzel

Man quien soy? Carlos Coy
Who am I? Carlos Coy

80 G's a month stayin self-employed
I'm making $80,000 a month on my own

Killin 'em softly, raisin 'em off me
I'm taking down my enemies effectively and with ease

They askin me if I'm the best
People are asking if I'm the best rapper

I tell 'em probably
I answer with confidence that I probably am

You fellas, just jealous on my dick like relish
You guys are just jealous and obsessed with me

I promise Imma show your bitch ass what hell is...
I promise I'll make your life hell