Kane And Able 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.