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kane able - yes indeed lyrics

( kane talking)
this what it’s all about once again huh.
f-cking and sucking once again you p-ssless trash.
you get on that block, you make my money.
you make my money good you p-ssless trash.

chorus (kane & abel)

only real n-gg-s roll with me
hit the block gun c-cked, n-gg- p-ss 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-gg-s sh-t like a b-tch
makin them cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch
n-gg- it’s my life, it’s fine like that black spice girl
bitin they lip when they taste this d-ck, no trickin, diamonds and pearls
my n-gg-s 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-ck 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-tch -ss n-gg-s get served, it’s no word, these haters got some nerve
a n-gg- 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-ck 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-tch pray when the bullets rain, f-ck the fame
come on

chorus x3

(abel talking)

mr. abel, mr. kane.
american meat, ’99 n-gg-.
any n-gg- that f-ck with us, foolish as a motherf-cker.
like we said on the last motherf-ckin record.
you run up, you get more holes then a golf course b-tch.

- kane able lyrics

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