Intro - Beanie Sigel, DJ Rell

This is the story of Beanie Sigel

Little Beanie was living trife

In the ghetto life

The night changed the rest of his life

Money’s all that he cared for

Robbing drug dealers who hussled near the corner store

Now he had no concern

Bridges that would burn, bodies that were overturned

No shame

The game that he played with

The Devil, the undertaker, the shewel, it’s insane

Uh, oh

He cries out for help

Into the world that he’s got to himself

And uh, oh

His mentality

Cause deep inside you can feel all through the air

And he came and the clouds turned gray

Packing them things, he was insane

He can see the soul of a man through the whites of their eyes

Riding on the fear of his name

Back in them days

Husseling nights have faded

And Beanie Sigel was incarcerated

And he shared a cell with a murderer

Overheard of a plan that was worth it

Outside connection

To take over the south-end section

Nickel-plated .45s and fast cars

Dealt a bad hand, but in the end he still played his card

They captured him and shackeled him, couldn’t trap him and now Beanie Sigel’s

back again

And he came and the clouds turned gray

Packing them things, he was insane

He can see the soul of a man through the whites of their eyes

Riding on the fear of his name

Back in them days