For My N***az )
Beanie Sigel Lyrics

Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man!
Let's smoke some weed

Y'all niggas get ready to get high!
Get ready to smoke weed

What we doin in here y'all, huh?
What are we doing inside?

Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin Drinkin, c'mon
Everyone is having a good time, smoking weed, and drinking

This for my niggas on the east coast rollin Tinted up Suburban, in the streets swervin All my niggas in the street wit caine Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your glock up This is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin Six-four rollin, three wheel motion All my dogs on the block just loc'n Nigga put your rag up, playa put your flag up
This song is for all the guys on the East Coast riding in Suburbans, in the streets while carrying cocaine. Put your guns away. Also, for the guys on the West Coast bouncing around in lowrider cars, some of them members of the Bloods or Crips. Represent your gang by raising a bandana(flag).

Be Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit again I'm in the club with the fifth again West coast niggas sippin gin East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
Here comes Beanie Sigel again, stirring up trouble. He's in the club, drinking alcohol with his friends. Meanwhile, West Coast guys are drinking gin and East Coast guys are mixing Belvedere vodka with cranberry juice.

I'm in the back where it's dark as hell Shit you know me, VIP, nigga spark the L And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores Shit all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for
Beanie is in the back corner of the club where it's dark. He's a VIP, so he's allowed to smoke weed. He's here to roll more than an ounce of weed, and party it up with some women. He and his friends are all armed, so there's no need for bouncers.

Whether deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave I'ma, get them bitches, get that cash I'ma, hit them switches, lift them spokes I'ma, push that chicken, get that coke I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force Ones Til the, feds come get me air out guns From the, P H I LL why, to the, L be see to see P T, uh
Whether he's driving in a lowrider or a luxury car on Crenshaw Avenue, Beanie's objective is to attract women and make money. He's going to hit the switches to lift the car, use it to transport cocaine, and wear his traditional Dickies clothes and Air Force Ones. He will keep a gun on him in case the police try to arrest him. He's representing his hometown of Philadelphia from the East Coast to the West Coast.

I'm on the block til the pack get sold Don't pack just roll Hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob' Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco gold Got connects with the heat got the gats on hold
Beanie will stand on the block until all the drugs are sold. Instead of packaging the drugs himself, he'll just roll up a joint. He's in LA with his friends just like Shaq and Kobe were. He has Acapulco Gold weed and knows people who can supply guns.

All my niggas vatos locos holmes ese's SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes That's right fuck coppers holmes We bust choppers holmes We on the block sent them choppers on Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets Or twenty niggas on the back of blocks That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops
Beanie's friends are crazy and dangerous people. They have guns and will shoot cops if they come around. They are proud of this and will use their guns whenever needed. They wear creased khaki pants and sell drugs on the streets. They also throw rocks at the cops who try to stop them.

All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck tails Say fuck they PD's and duck jail Rock wife beaters with the plaided shirts Only top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin You fuckin wit a gangsta rookie Don't gangsta lookie Shoot up your feet make you gangsta boogie Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta look me What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies? Call state to the Staples Center The four quake'll put staples in ya Nigga zip up your stomach Rip up your younguns, make you pay to get 'em That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons
Beanie's friends wear Timberland boots and baggy pants. They don't like the police and avoid jail time. They wear wifebeater shirts with plaid shirts over them, leaving only the top button done up. They are always ready to fight. Beanie considers himself a rookie gangster, and is not to be underestimated. He will shoot at your feet to make you dance, and will even shoot at your car. What, you think Beanie is weak? Like some kind of gangster cookie? He's not! He's a real gangster. He'll even shoot you at the Staples Center. He'll cause harm to you and your family, but never pay for informants.

Yeah, (I make 'em walk) Beanie Sigel and that nigga Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt) Dogg Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound) For life, do it like that, put your hands up! (Kurupt) Make them switches bounce nigga California put your hands up nigga Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga Don't play no games fool And walk on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans... Bouncin, bouncin...
Beanie is collaborating with Daz Dillinger and Kurupt, who are all part of the Dogg Pound Roc La Familia, for life. They are asking the audience to put their hands up and make their hydraulic cars bounce. They want the audience to be so energized that they jump over the moon and shake the gates. No games should be played, and they want the audience to walk away bravely. They want everyone to keep moving and be energetic.