H.H.E.H.
Beanie Sigel Lyrics


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Ay Lo, run to the fridge and pop that other bottle of Cris' homey
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
Pour me up an ounce and a couple of th epurps

(Beanie Sigel:)
As I skate through the city in that black cuatro
You fake Willies frontin like you got dough until I prove 'em it's not so
I shine like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint
That black Masi', it don't make no cents/sense
But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like tires
Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers
I pop more than the collar
You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottles of Moet
That bullshit Chandon, that little chick on your arm be long gone
When she recognize a real don
I'm in the club in the cut sippin on aged grapes
Laughin at them brolic car thieves, in their slim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes
Lookin half gay, halfway out of the closet
You don't believe me, nigga ask Sway
What the fuck is that? You niggaz need to be slapped
Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasn't stacked

HHEH! (echoes)
HHEH! (echoes)

(Beanie Sigel:)
Uhh, sit back, relax, let's rap for taste
Track 10 from the fits, peep my old head face
You see if real niggaz respect it, the squares gon' rep it
I'm guessin, that's why this bullshit keep progressin
But I ain't stressin, nigga class in session
I'm here to teach you a lesson like KRS'n
"Criminal, Minded, you've been blinded"
Lookin for a nigga like Sig', you won't find it
I'm a dinosaur~! You niggaz more like
What I look for in a whore, heh, PUSSY!
Nuttin more, nuttin less, I'm nuttin to second guess
I'm him, point blank period, the end
When I'm long gone, they gon' dig up my bones
And study my poems and learn I was MORE than the gun in the song
Even though I spit a gat
Quicker than I spit a rap, now go 'head sonny, run along

HHEH! (echoes)
HHEH! (echoes)

(Beanie Sigel:)
Now when that sizzurp in my system, ain't no tellin
Will I bust that four-fifth and, catch another felon'
I'm a thug by blood, not just off drugs
Even though I love, that purple mug
UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zanees
Spit a word make a bird lose her skirt and her panties (and them panties)
I know it's been a while, since I left a stain on your brain
Gave you some game that you can gain from
I'm here to end it now
Break the cycle of that bullshit same ol' same, that these lames run
It's a shame it's they names where they came from
These niggaz fly-by-nights, they couldn't fly my kite
Tie my shoes, lace my boots
They money run short, they couldn't chase my loot
Paper small like Coupes, I'm that Sport sittin butter soft
He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig', but of course





HHEH! (echoes)
HHEH! (echoes)

Overall Meaning

In the first verse of Beanie Sigel's "H.H.E.H.", the rapper takes a jab at those who are fake and try to front like they have money when they really don't. He boasts about his own wealth and success, referencing his expensive car and the fact that his money is "still all slow like new drivers", indicating that his wealth is growing steadily but surely. He also criticizes those who only drink cheap champagne like Moet and Chandon, pointing out that those brands are not impressive to someone of his status. Sigel also calls out those who are trying too hard to be fashionable, referencing "brolic car thieves in their slim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes" as an example of those who are not truly fashion-savvy.


In the second verse, Sigel continues to assert his dominance over others, proclaiming that he is a "dinosaur" and that others are "more like what I look for in a whore". He argues that his authenticity and realness is what sets him apart from others who are only concerned with superficial things like fashion or money. Additionally, Sigel emphasizes that he is more than just a rapper who talks about guns and violence; his legacy will be much greater than that, and he wants people to recognize him for his talents and contributions as an artist.


Line by Line Meaning

Ay Lo, run to the fridge and pop that other bottle of Cris' homey
Get me another bottle of Cristal from the fridge.


I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I quit smoking marijuana but now I'm back to drinking.


Pour me up an ounce and a couple of th epurps
Give me an ounce of liquor and a few hits of weed.


As I skate through the city in that black cuatro
I am cruising through the city in my black SUV.


You fake Willies frontin like you got dough until I prove 'em it's not so
You pretend to be rich until I expose the truth that you are not.


I shine like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint
I have a brilliant shine, like a newly minted penny from a respected minting company.


That black Masi', it don't make no cents/sense
My black Maserati doesn't really make sense (in terms of practicality or cost).


But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like tires
If you're really trying to make money, you need to have a lot of cash (not a flat wallet).


Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers
Your finances are still really tight and aren't moving quickly.


I pop more than the collar
I'm more successful and achieve more than others around me (who just pop their collars).


You niggaz poppin cheap-ass bottles of Moet
You guys are drinking low-quality champagne (Moet) instead of something better.


That bullshit Chandon, that little chick on your arm be long gone
Drinking cheap champagne (like Chandon) won't impress the woman on your arm for very long.


When she recognize a real don
When she sees a true, authentic boss.


I'm in the club in the cut sippin on aged grapes
I'm in the VIP area of the club, sipping on premium (aged) wine.


Laughin at them brolic car thieves, in their slim-ass jeans and Bath' Apes
I'm making fun of those who steal expensive cars, yet dress poorly in skinny jeans and Bathing Ape shoes.


Lookin half gay, halfway out of the closet
They appear to be partially homosexual or hiding something.


You don't believe me, nigga ask Sway
If you don't believe me, ask Sway for confirmation.


What the fuck is that? You niggaz need to be slapped
What the hell is going on? You guys need to learn a lesson and get straightened out.


Whoever co-signed bein a sucker wasn't stacked
Anyone who supports being weak or a sucker isn't successful (financially or otherwise).


Uhh, sit back, relax, let's rap for taste
Take it easy and let's talk about something.


Track 10 from the fits, peep my old head face
This song is the 10th track in the album and I want my fans to recognize me as an OG.


You see if real niggaz respect it, the squares gon' rep it
If real gangstas appreciate my music, then even those who are not gangstas will like it too.


I'm guessin, that's why this bullshit keep progressin
This (bad) music genre keeps flourishing because people who don't usually listen to it are now starting to like it.


But I ain't stressin, nigga class in session
I'm not worried, as I'm here to teach a lesson.


I'm here to teach you a lesson like KRS'n
I'm here to teach you something valuable like KRS-One.


"Criminal, Minded, you've been blinded"
If you are a criminal, you may have lost sight of what's important due to your criminal activities.


Lookin for a nigga like Sig', you won't find it
Trying to find someone like me is not possible (because I'm unique).


I'm a dinosaur~! You niggaz more like
I'm a true veteran and you guys are nothing in comparison.


What I look for in a whore, heh, PUSSY!
What I seek in a whore is straightforward, nothing more or less - just sex.


Nuttin more, nuttin less, I'm nuttin to second guess
I'm uncomplicated and predictable, with no hidden motives or intentions.


I'm him, point blank period, the end
I'm the real deal, plain and simple - no need for further explanation.


When I'm long gone, they gon' dig up my bones And study my poems and learn I was MORE than the gun in the song
When I'm dead, people will rediscover my music and realize that I was not just a gun-toting rapper, but someone with more substantial contributions to the rap industry.


Even though I spit a gat
Even though I frequently reference guns in my lyrics.


Quicker than I spit a rap, now go 'head sonny, run along
I can fire my gun faster than I can spit out my rap lyrics; now, get out of here.


Now when that sizzurp in my system, ain't no tellin
When I'm intoxicated with codeine, anything could happen.


Will I bust that four-fifth and, catch another felon'
Will I pull out my gun and commit another felony?


I'm a thug by blood, not just off drugs
I'm naturally a thug, not just because of drugs.


Even though I love, that purple mug
Even though I enjoy drinking codeine syrup, known as "purple drank."


UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zanees
I am intoxicated from drinking codeine syrup, Percocet pills, and Xanax pills.


Spit a word make a bird lose her skirt and her panties (and them panties)
My lyrics are powerful enough to make a woman immediately want to have sex with me.


I know it's been a while, since I left a stain on your brain
It's been a long time since I've impressed, impacted or influenced my audience.


Gave you some game that you can gain from
Taught you some valuable lessons that you could benefit from.


I'm here to end it now, Break the cycle of that bullshit same ol' same, that these lames run
I'm here to stop the repetition and monotony of rap music today.


It's a shame it's they names where they came from
It's unfortunate that they have to associate their poor quality music with their names.


These niggaz fly-by-nights, they couldn't fly my kite
These guys are inconsistent and untrustworthy, unlike me.


Tie my shoes, lace my boots
They cannot fill my shoes, in terms of success and experience.


They money run short, they couldn't chase my loot
They have very little money and could never compete with my wealth.


Paper small like Coupes, I'm that Sport sittin butter soft
Their money is like small, inexpensive cars, while I am like a luxurious sports car riding smoothly on soft surfaces.


He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig', but of course
I am the true boss and leader, of course - who else would it be?




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