Yes Indeed
Kane Abel Lyrics

This what it's all about once again huh.
We're back to the topic of sex and money, which is what really matters.

Fucking and sucking once again you pissless trash.
You, worthless person, are only good for sex work and earning me money.

You get on that block you make my money.
If you work on the street for me, you'll bring in profit.

You make my money good you pissless trash.
Only if you're successful in earning me money will you have any worth to me.

Only real niggas roll with me
Only true gangsters associate with me.

Hit the block gun cocked nigga pass the weed
We're back on the street with loaded weapons and marijuana smoking.

Hustle we'll never knock recognize the G
I'll always acknowledge a real gangster's hustle and determination.

TRU playas indeed TRU yes indeed
True players, indeed. Truly, yes, indeed.

It's foolish how they be lovin that niggas shit like a bitch
It's ridiculous how people obsess over certain rappers and their music.

Makin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch
Your life can quickly end if someone decides to pull the trigger.

Nigga it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice Girl
I'm living my life the way I want, just like the 'Spice Girl' who embraces her unique style.

Bitin they lip when they taste this dick, no trickin, diamonds and pearls
My sexual prowess and wealth are enough to keep people loyal without me needing to trick or deceive them.

My niggas hard like sleepin on a steel matress in the hole for thirty days
My friends are tough, like someone who's been in solitary confinement in prison for a month on a hard metal bed.

Police on the payroll cause they know that nothin pay the way crime pays
I pay off the police because they know that crime is a lucrative business.

Fuck you up like the little burn in cool-Aid if you can't get paid
If you can't make me money, I'll hurt you badly, like leaving a burn mark in a sugary drink.

Get trapped in the one way, ready for the gun play, bullets get sprayed with no delay
If you're stuck in a dead-end life, be prepared to face gunfire, executed quickly.

Smokin that herb when I get disturbed, hit the streets like dice on the curb
When I'm upset, I smoke marijuana and head out to the streets like a game of chance.

These bitch ass niggas get served, it's no word, these haters got some nerve
I'll take care of these cowardly people who want to bring me down, they're nobodies with no power over me.

A nigga named Master P told me hustle till I'm dead
Master P advised me to keep hustling until I die.

Pitch black, catch a heart attack, like Fred I paint the whole town red
I'll darken the city with my evil deeds, like Fred (a character from Marvel comics), and strike sudden pain upon my enemies.

Hunt my foes till they casket close, spit on they grave, fuck they hoes
I'll chase down my enemies until they die, disrespect their memory by spitting on their graves, and even sleep with their partners.

Ain't nothin no love like a black rose, might hit they mama with a four four
There's nothing more heartless than me, and I might even harm my opponent's mother with a gun.

They call me Mr. Abel, my brother, Mr. Kane
People know me as Mr. Abel and my brother as Mr. Kane.

Stay TRU to the game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fame
Keep true to the gangster lifestyle, and those who dare to cross us will pay for it. I don't care about fame or recognition.

Any nigga that fuck with us, foolish as a motherfucker.
Anyone who decides to get on our bad side is an idiot.

Like we said on the last motherfuckin record.
We've said these things before, and we are reinforcing our message.

You run up, you get more holes then a golf course bitch.
If you mess with us, you'll end up with more bullet wounds than a golf course has holes.