Yes Indeed - Kane & Abel

( 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, &