Kane And Abel Yes Indeed Lyrics

Yes Indeed Lyrics

( Kane talking)
This what it's all about once again huh.
Fucking and
sucking once again you pissless trash.
You get on that block you make my
money.
You make my money good you pissless trash.

Chorus (Kane &
Abel)

Only real niggas roll with me
Hit the block gun cocked nigga
pass the weed
Hustle we'll never knock recognize the G
TRU playas indeed
TRU yes indeed

Verse 1 (Kane)

It's foolish how they be lovin that
niggas shit like a bitch
Makin them cut off your light switch when that
trigger finger itch
Nigga it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice
Girl
Bitin they lip when they taste this dick, no trickin, diamonds and
pearls
My niggas hard like sleepin on a steel matress in the hole for thirty
days
Police on the payroll cause they know that nothin pay the way crime
pays
Fuck you up like the little burn in Kool-Aid if you can't get
paid
Get trapped in the one way, ready for the gun play,
bullets get
sprayed with no delay

Chorus x2

Verse 2 (Abel)

Smokin that
herb when I get disturbed, hit the streets like dice on the curb
These bitch
ass niggas get served, it's no word, these haters got some nerve
A nigga
named Master P told me hustle till I'm dead
Pitch black, catch a heart
attack, like Fred I paint the whole town red
Hunt my foes till they casket
close, spit on they grave, fuck they hoes
Ain't nothin no love like a black
rose, might hit they mama with a four four
They call me Mr. Abel, my
brother, Mr. Kane
Stay TRU to the game, bitch pray when the bullets rain,
fuck the fame
Come on

Chorus x3

(Abel talking)

Mr.
Abel, Mr. Kane.
American Meat, '99 nigga.
Any nigga that fuck with us,
foolish as a motherfucker.
Like we said on the last motherfuckin
record.
You run up, you get more holes then a golf course bitch.