Beanie Sigel's name derives from the street in Philadelphia where he was raised, "Sigel Street," and "Beans" is what people used to call him as a child. Beanie also founded the group and label State Property as well as the clothing company.
Sigel's debut LP, The Truth, was released February 28, 2000 on Roc-A-Fella Records. The album received a gold plaque for hits like "The Truth" and "Remember The Days" featuring Eve. His second album The Reason was released in mid-2001. The Reason was lighter material compared to his debut album and introduced the world to his own rap group State Property. Beanie Sigel helped launch the careers of fellow Philly rappers Freeway, Peedi Crakk and the Young Gunz.
Around 2001, Beanie Sigel and Jadakiss of the Ruff Ryders were involved in a beef that stemmed from Jada claiming rappers from Beans' home city of Philly were simply signed because they were a hot fashion among major labels, which to some extent was true at the time. Sigel took offense to this, and they sent several tracks back and forth. Eventually Styles P. (D-Block} and Jay-Z got involved, and Beans even called out DMX, who never responded.
The beef went on even after Russell Simmons, owner at the time of Def Jam (the label which Roc-A-Fella was under and Ruff Ryders was affiliated with through DMX) made the two declare a brief truce and Jay-Z apologized to Jadakiss and bowed out. Disses finally stopped flying after Sigel released a scathing diss track over Jada's "Put Ya Hands Up" beat, recalling when the LOX wore shiny suits in a Bad Boy video, among other things.
Sigel also was involved in directing his first movie State Property, the popular direct-to-video film produced by Roc-A-Films. The State Property clothing line was also created by Sigel.
The third album The B. Coming was released on March 28, 2005 under Dame Dash Music Group and features production from The Neptunes, Just Blaze, and Bink!, among others, with guest appearances by State Property, Redman, Snoop Dogg and usual suspects Cam'ron and Jay-Z. The album was recorded in the weeks between his sentencing and imprisonment and was released after he was locked up; he was released a few months ago.
While he was in jail, it is said none of the State Property members except for Oschino Vazquez came to visit him. He told Dame to pass the word on that State Property was no longer in effect, until after he was released. When the split between Roc-A-Fella owners occured, Dame made it clear that Beanie's intentions were to move State Property to his new Dame Dash Music Group.
However, all members except for, again, Oschino, chose to go with Jay-Z. When questioned, they claimed they were signed by Jay and never needed State Property or Beanie Sigel to make them popular. When he was released from jail, Beans had a few choice words for his friends, claiming "I still love them like brothers...I just don't know if we can make music again."
It was thought that Beans had chosen to sign with Dame; however, this is unclear, as he was present at Jay-Z's I Declare War concert in 2005, and has said he now has his own State Property Records under Jay-Z's Def Jam.
In September, 2005, a jury acquitted him of charges that he nearly shot to death a man on a crowded city street two years ago. In August, Sigel left federal prison after serving nearly a year on a federal weapons charge that stemmed from a 2002 traffic stop in Philadelphia.
Sigel also has fallen behind in child-support payments. He was briefly jailed in November until he paid $27,000 in child support and $2,000 in fines, but seems to be paying off his debts.
With the case behind him, Sigel now plans to "make music, make movies and work on his clothing line," said his attorney, Fortunato N. Perri Jr. The case was the last in a series of criminal charges against Sigel, who has a long arrest record dating back to his days growing up in South Philadelphia.
On Tuesday, January 10, 2006, Sigel was convicted of assault for a fight in 2003. He agreed with the prosecutor's version of events, and was convicted of misdemeanor simple assault. He was immediately sentenced to two years probation plus $180 in court costs.
The charges stem from an argument between Sigel and a man who said the rapper punched him in both eyes, breaking his left eye socket, during a January 2003 argument outside a Chinese restaurant.
Beanie Sigel is the co-creator of "The Playpen", a new animated series with writer/producers, Brian Ash and Myles Reiff. The show follows the misadventures of a group of hard-headed tykes in a maximum security daycare center called, The State Nursery.
Hood I Know
Beanie Sigel Lyrics
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I know it's hard in every hood I know
Struggle in every ghetto I know
But not like the one I know
I see the law in every hood I go
They throw metal in every hood I know
But not like the one I know
We all started innocent
Eating Reese's Pieces
I was young, then wearing 5 star Aleses
Bullet in ya gut a have a bag catch ya feces
20 months, vision quest, sleeping in a tepee
Since my dad died, attitude worsened
That's why I stole cars before I could write cursive
Thousand miles from being rich, stuck on my grind
Try to sale nickel bags like Louie Baton
I'm young, I'm good, best shape of my life
One shot from big shit a blow you out of ya Nikes
Only a dick head wouldn't want to be rich
And do his car like school and drop out in the 6
You could look at my wrist, It wasn't shit on it
But I was determined to get a little gliss on em
The 40 ounce bottles done turned to Cris on em
And every bitch that was fronting, I'ma piss on em
[Beanie Sigel]
My hood dog
Like any average one
You know the dirty kids on the block having fun
Hand to hand is how the grams is slung
In tanned Timberlands and [unknown] until them vans a come
It's all good now
But you remember those latter days
Them tubleware, soul food platter days
That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays
Back then, when it really didn't matter days
You would take that beating
'Cause you wasn't trying to be
The only one who missed the house party on the weekend
Knowing that them project chicks was in there freaking
Grinding off "As We Lay"
Walk with me why'all
Back in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping away
Pitching chains, playing craps everyday
Getting high on the block
Green bottles of private stock
2 dollar 40's
Sparks tell ya story
[Chorus]
[Sparks]
I come up fragile and timid
Pressed to the limit
12 years old, no household
From the start I was finished
Disowned by the biologicals
And adopted by rolling stones on corners, sipping Thunderbird
Banging needles and pushing stolen Regals
And with no hoe and no money, layered my hunger pains daily with rice and gravy
Stuck between a rock and a hard spot as a juvenile
Just made me want to holla "Lord help me"
But I had will power
Stole a burner from Uncle Lester
And that .22 long blossomed to wild flower
Now when I enter rooms the conversation stop
And them cock suckers whisper
These faggots ain't got no cahunas
So if they so much as touch me
I cock back and put like bananas on them mokey motherfuckers
Show no love for these cock suckers
Weeping
Who can't deal with life situations cause that's money to me
Uhh
Murder
[Freeway]
Now who am I
Little nigga named Free from the hood
What I do
Make a living, make a killing in the hood
What I'm trying to do now
Get my children out the hood
Before the ATF start coming
Plot, plot on
Now who am I
Little nigga named Free from the block
What I do
Make a living , make a killing on the block
What I'm trying to do now
Get my children off the block
And my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on
In my hood, F-are-double uh
Cock back, double pump
You rapping, I just happen to have some space in the trunk
89' dough, space in the front
Will ya hoe fit?
Beef come, we be dumping the whole clip
Having lunch, while you be fronting, be fucking ya hoe sick
Send her home, can't hump
Send my nigga's through ya block, can't pump
Grind, watch for the cops
Shit tucked
I'll be watching them lady CO's if I slip up
Uh Uh
[Chorus: x 2]
[Chris and Sigel talking]
Yo, I'm saying Mac, I know I'm young and all
(Yeah that's what's up?)
But I been through a little struggle too
(What you been through?)
Lot of crazy shit dog, ya know?
(Shit Don't tell me, you got opportunity to tell the world)
Feel this dog
(Speak ya story, Yung Gun)
[Chris]
Yo I was brought up in the wildest streets
Where niggas pack everyday, and everybody crowd to eat
24/7, no time to sleep
A g and up, reign up, 3 times a week
Throwing numbers on the strip
The youngin' out the clique
Moves like Carl Lewis when it's coming out the clip
Uh, Still in school, all the learning I can get
Focused, trying to purchase all the burners I can get
I know plenty niggas fell, trying to chauffer through this shit
These niggas tell, then a murder gon exist
It's no joke in the hood
Especially when the boat ain't make it across
And we ain't got no coke in the hood
That's where rap come in at, more notes in a book
Dro in the woods, Mom dukes trying to lay low in the woods
[Raps to fade]
The song "Hood I Know" by Beanie Sigel is a reflection on the struggles and hardships of growing up in the hood. It portrays the harsh realities of life, including poverty, violence, and crime. The chorus emphasizes how difficult it is to survive in every hood, but the story-telling rap verses make the song more personal and relatable.
The first verse, by Oschino, talks about his journey from innocence to becoming a criminal. He started with simple pleasures like eating Reese's Pieces, but eventually turned to stealing cars before he could write cursive. He also mentions sleeping in a tepee for 20 months after his dad's death, which had a negative impact on his attitude. The verse ends with his determination to become rich and successful.
Beanie Sigel's verse talks about the everyday struggles of living in the hood, including selling drugs, avoiding the law, and dealing with poverty. He reminisces about the days when his mom would hustle on Saturdays, and his friends would skip house parties to sell drugs. He also talks about getting high on the block with green bottles of private stock and $2.40s.
The third verse, by Sparks, tells the story of a juvenile stuck between a rock and a hard place. He was disowned by his biological family and adopted by rolling stones on street corners. He had to steal to survive and eventually became a murderer. The verse ends with him declaring his lack of sympathy for those who can't deal with life situations.
Overall, the lyrics of "Hood I Know" paint a vivid picture of life in the hood, including the good times and the bad. It's a raw and authentic reflection of the hardships many face, and the struggles they have to overcome to make it out.
Line by Line Meaning
I know it's hard in every hood I know
I am aware that life is difficult in every neighborhood I am familiar with
Struggle in every ghetto I know
There is hardship and adversity in every impoverished community I am acquainted with
But not like the one I know
However, the challenges faced in the specific neighborhood I am from are different and unique
I see the law in every hood I go
Law enforcement presence is visible and prominent in every neighborhood I visit
They throw metal in every hood I know
Weapons, specifically guns, are prevalent in every neighborhood I am familiar with
But not like the one I know
However, the extent and nature of the use of firearms in my specific neighborhood are distinct
We all started innocent
At the beginning, we were all naive and pure
Eating Reese's Pieces
Enjoying simple pleasures and indulging in small comforts
I was young, then wearing 5 star Aleses
During my youth, I had dreams of luxury and success
Bullet in ya gut a have a bag catch ya feces
If shot in the abdomen, the bullet wound may cause the contents of the intestines to spill out
20 months, vision quest, sleeping in a tepee
I went on a journey of self-discovery for almost 2 years, living in a tent and searching for meaning
Since my dad died, attitude worsened
After my father passed away, my outlook on life became more negative
That's why I stole cars before I could write cursive
My sense of desperation and lack of guidance led me to engage in car theft at a young age, even before I learned to write script
Thousand miles from being rich, stuck on my grind
I am far from attaining wealth and success, but I remain dedicated and focused on my hustle
Try to sell nickel bags like Louie Baton
I attempted to distribute small amounts of drugs, similar to how a street vendor sells inexpensive items
I'm young, I'm good, best shape of my life
Despite my challenging circumstances, I am still young and physically fit
One shot from big shit will blow you out of ya Nikes
A single bullet fired from a powerful weapon can kill you and knock you out of your sneakers
Only a dick head wouldn't want to be rich
Any reasonable person would desire to achieve financial success and prosperity
And do his car like school and drop out in the 6
My ambition is to own a luxury vehicle and showcase my wealth, reminiscent of dropping out of school in style
You could look at my wrist, It wasn't shit on it
If you examined my wrist, there would be no expensive accessories or jewelry
But I was determined to get a little gliss on em
Nevertheless, I remained motivated to acquire some bling and material possessions
The 40 ounce bottles done turned to Cris on em
My preference for cheap alcohol, like 40-ounce bottles, evolved into enjoying more expensive options like Cristal Champagne
And every bitch that was fronting, I'ma piss on em
I will show disdain and disrespect towards any woman who previously rejected or ignored me
Like any average one
Similar to every ordinary individual
You know the dirty kids on the block having fun
The less fortunate children in the neighborhood find joy and entertainment in their humble circumstances
Hand to hand is how the grams is slung
Illegal drugs are distributed directly from person to person, without intermediaries
In tanned Timberlands and [unknown] until them vans a come
Wearing popular Timbaland boots and engaging in illegal activities until the police arrive
But you remember those latter days
However, you recall those past times
Them tubleware, soul food platter days
Those moments when we had limited resources but enjoyed delicious soul food served on plastic dishes
That was ya mom little hustle on Saturdays
Your mother's small business or side job on Saturdays used to provide extra income
You would take that beating
You endured the hardship and challenges
'Cause you wasn't trying to be
Because you didn't want to be
The only one who missed the house party on the weekend
The sole person excluded from attending the weekend house party
Knowing that them project chicks was in there freaking
Being aware that the attractive girls from the neighborhood were getting wild and intimate at the party
Grinding off 'As We Lay'
Engaging in sexual activities while the song 'As We Lay' played in the background
Back in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping away
In the past, you and your friend used to compete in a rhythmic hand-slapping game
Pitching chains, playing craps everyday
Engaging in illegal activities such as selling stolen jewelry and playing the game of craps on a daily basis
Getting high on the block
Using drugs, especially illicit substances, openly in the neighborhood
Green bottles of private stock
Consuming and enjoying expensive alcoholic beverages, particularly green-colored bottles of exclusive liquor
2 dollar 40's
Purchasing cheap 40-ounce bottles of alcohol for only $2
Sparks tell ya story
Sparks, a fellow rapper, shares his personal experiences and narrative
I come up fragile and timid
I grew up feeling delicate and lacking self-assurance
Pressed to the limit
Constantly pushed to my breaking point
12 years old, no household
At the age of 12, I had no stable or supportive family environment
From the start I was finished
My life seemed hopeless right from the beginning
Disowned by the biologicals
My biological family abandoned or rejected me
And adopted by rolling stones on corners, sipping Thunderbird
I found acceptance and belonging with older, experienced individuals on street corners, drinking low-quality wine
Banging needles and pushing stolen Regals
Engaging in drug injections and participating in car theft, specifically targeting Buick Regal vehicles
And with no hoe and no money, layered my hunger pains daily with rice and gravy
Without a stable relationship and lacking financial resources, I sought solace in filling my stomach with inexpensive meals like rice and gravy
Stuck between a rock and a hard spot as a juvenile
As a young person, I found myself in a difficult situation with limited options
Just made me want to holla 'Lord help me'
These circumstances drove me to cry out for divine assistance
But I had will power
However, I possessed inner strength and determination
Stole a burner from Uncle Lester
I took a firearm from my uncle Lester without permission
And that .22 long blossomed to wild flower
That small .22 caliber gun became a symbol of violence and destruction
Now when I enter rooms the conversation stops
Upon my arrival, people become silent and halt their discussions
And them cock suckers whisper
Those individuals lacking courage speak in hushed tones
These faggots ain't got no cahunas
These weak individuals lack bravery or assertiveness
So if they so much as touch me
If they even dare to make physical contact with me
I cock back and put like bananas on them monkey motherfuckers
I swiftly and forcefully retaliate against them, hitting them hard and fiercely like bananas on foolish individuals
Show no love for these cock suckers
I have no affection or sympathy for these weak and spineless individuals
Who can't deal with life situations cause that's money to me
People who cannot handle and navigate challenges in life are insignificant to me because I prioritize making money
Now who am I
Identifying myself
Little nigga named Free from the hood
I am a young man from the neighborhood, known as Free
What I do
My occupation or activities
Make a living, make a killing in the hood
I earn my income and find success by engaging in various illicit activities in the neighborhood
What I'm trying to do now
My current goals and aspirations
Get my children out the hood
I am striving to provide a better life and remove my children from the impoverished neighborhood
Before the ATF starts coming
I want to relocate my family before the authorities, specifically the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, begin cracking down on criminal activities
Plot, plot on
I am devising plans and strategies
Little nigga named Free from the block
I am a young man from the same neighborhood, referred to as the block
Get my children off the block
I am determined to ensure my children no longer grow up in the dangerous environment of the neighborhood
And my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on
I want my true friends and associates to join me if there is any impending danger or need for support
Cock back, double pump
Prepare and ready myself, particularly in terms of firearms, with a double shotgun action
You rapping, I just happen to have some space in the trunk
While you are merely boasting, I have actual physical space in my car trunk, which could be used for various illicit purposes
89' dough, space in the front
In 1989, I had enough money to have a compartment available in the front of the car
Will ya hoe fit?
Can your girlfriend or female companion fit in that space?
Beef come, we be dumping the whole clip
If conflict arises, we will unload and fire the entire magazine of bullets
Having lunch, while you be fronting, be fucking ya hoe sick
While you pretend and act tough, I will be casually enjoying a meal, while also engaging in sexual activities with your girlfriend, which will greatly upset you
Send her home, can't hump
I will return your girlfriend back to you, with no sexual interaction allowed
Send my niggas through ya block, can't pump
I will direct my associates to patrol and intimidate your neighborhood without engaging in any drug dealing
Grind, watch for the cops
Continue hustling and making money while remaining vigilant and cautious of law enforcement
Shit tucked
Having concealed weapons or illegal substances on my person
I'll be watching them lady CO's if I slip up
If I make a mistake or become vulnerable, I will be alert and cautious of female correctional officers
Yo, I'm saying Mac, I know I'm young and all
Hey, Mac, I understand that I am still relatively young
(Yeah that's what's up?)
(Yeah, that's what I'm saying, right?)
But I been through a little struggle too
However, I have also experienced my fair share of difficulties and challenges
(What you been through?)
(What specific hardships have you faced?)
Lot of crazy shit dog, ya know?
I've encountered many intense and chaotic situations, you know?
(Shit Don't tell me, you got opportunity to tell the world)
(Oh wow, don't hold back, this is your chance to share your story with the world)
Feel this dog
Listen closely to my words, my friend
(Speak ya story, Yung Gun)
(Share your personal narrative, Young Gun)
Yo I was brought up in the wildest streets
I was raised in the most dangerous and chaotic neighborhoods
Where niggas pack everyday, and everybody crowd to eat
Where individuals carry firearms daily, and everyone competes for limited resources and opportunities
24/7, no time to sleep
Around the clock, there is no room for rest or relaxation
A g and up, reign up, 3 times a week
Elevating my status and authority at a rapid pace, gaining power three times a week
Throwing numbers on the strip
Participating in illicit activities, such as drug dealing, on the streets
The youngin' out the clique
The youngest member of my group or crew
Moves like Carl Lewis when it's coming out the clip
Making swift and agile movements, comparable to the track and field athlete Carl Lewis, when handling or firing a firearm
Still in school, all the learning I can get
Despite my circumstances, I remain enrolled in school and seek knowledge and education
Focused, trying to purchase all the burners I can get
Determined and concentrated on acquiring as many firearms as possible
I know plenty niggas fell, trying to chafer through this shit
I am aware of numerous individuals who failed and faced hardships while attempting to navigate this challenging environment
These niggas tell, then a murder gon exist
When individuals cooperate with law enforcement, the consequence may be violence, specifically murder
It's no joke in the hood
Living in the neighborhood is serious and dangerous
Especially when the boat ain't make it across
Specifically when the drugs or illegal goods are not successfully transported or delivered
And we ain't got no coke in the hood
When there is no cocaine available or accessible in the neighborhood
That's where rap come in at, more notes in a book
That is when rapping becomes significant, as it offers new opportunities and a potential source of income
Dro in the woods, Mom dukes trying to lay low in the woods
Marijuana is hidden in the wilderness, while my mother is attempting to remain hidden or inconspicuous in that same location
Yo
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