Various Artists - Yes Indeed lyrics

( Kane talking) This what it's all about once again huh f**ing and s**ing 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 n***as roll with me Hit the block gun co*ked, n***a pa** 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 n***as sh** like a b**h Makin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch n***a 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 n***as 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 f** 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 b**h a** n***as get served, it's no word, these haters got some nerve A n***a 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, f** 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, b**h pray when the bullets rain, f** the fame Come on Chorus x3 (Abel talking) Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane American Meat, '99 n***a Any n***a that f** with us, foolish as a motherf**er Like we said on the last motherf**in record You run up, you get more holes then a golf course b**h