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 hustled near the corner store
Now he had no concern
Bridges that were burned, bodies that were overturned
No shame (No shame)
The games that he played with the devil
The undertaker, the shovel, it's insane
Uh oh, he cries out for help
Meek to the world but is loud to himself
And uh oh, his mentality runs deep inside
You can feel it all through the air, air, air, air
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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
Hustling nights have faded
And Beanie Sigel was incarcerated
And he shared a cell with a murderer
Overheard of a plan that was worth an
Outside connection
To take over the South Philly section
Nickel plated 45's and fast cars
Dealt a bad hand but in the end he still played his cards
They captured him and shackled him
Couldn't trap him in, now Beanie Sigel's back again
Again, again, again, again, again, again, again
And he came and the clouds turned gray
Packing them things, they called him 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
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