Yes Indeed Lyrics - Kane & Able

( 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.