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 He told Dame to pass the word on that State Property was no longer in effect, until after he was released.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.
Kiss The Game Goodbye
Beanie Sigel Lyrics
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D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
Ayo the flow is here, the dough is here
They gon' call this the hardest remix of the year
The wrist is sickled, the nine is nickled
The inside tanned, the outer pickled
The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured
You runnin' your mouth, I'm gettin' you jawed
I'm wavin' the blade, I'm tellin' you back up
You empty your pockets, I'm pickin' your pack up
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you don't know what block I'm in front of
I'm out in New York or down in the south
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
Where niggas scared to go but Sheek Louch good
Its loaded when I get out the car like la da da da da
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La da da da da da
Yeah D-Block
They say hate spread faster than love
So the Bentley is black, same color as the mask and the gloves
With me, I'ma send a bastard the bub
Before he give a police to first and last gov'
These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em they bleed cum
And two pussies they with, just make it a threesome
They growin' up quick, you gotta buy your seed guns
Matic spray magazines before they could read one
My glass jaws had a hell of a we run
La da da da da da as we proceed son
And I know, every hood got a street flame if not they need one
I'm thinkin' short range, give me a Sport Range
And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the stormer
Duck when I'm passin' by
Put your head between your legs, kiss your ass good-bye, braaa
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La da da da da da
You niggas lost y'all game, I'm throwin' a rock down
Just to put y'all D, I'm back on the block now
Runnin' your mouth, 'fore I shit all in it
All y'all ass and I'm about to dig all in it
I birthed you niggas, I fed and I burped you niggas
Quick as that, I will earth you niggas
Clothed you niggas, wiped the snot from the nose of you niggas
Want not to expose you niggas, fist knife or razor fight
I got a year and a day, still played it like they gave me life
Can't walk through the jail without shackles and two cops
Throwin' shit on the warden outta the food slop
Got connects with pop, he boofin' the weed plants
Get my khakis washed, I'm pressed for the food stamps
Respect in the jail, a check in the mail
I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La da da da da da
Ay, you better know I'm going all-out, whatever the cost
So fuck whoever hate that I'm the king of the South
You gon' forever see me flossed, Spyder with the top off
Third gear I got lost to the million dollar law
J.G. with a fleet of bitches take your tops off
I'm a seven-figure nigga, paid the cost to be the boss
On the streets or behind the wall
Lift weights, get straight, 'til it's time to ball
Even if I never sell a million times at all
Dope boy trap niggas, I'll grind for y'all
Pimp Squad, D-Block I'll ride for y'all
A-Town to Y.O, see the Chevy ride slow
With the light turned down and the beat down low
.40 cal's and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
'Cause you can cancel Christmas, when the chopper-missle hit you
I ain't waiting for permission, I'ma flip it 'til it gets you
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La da da da da da
The lyrics to Beanie Sigel's song "Kiss the Game Goodbye (Remix)" are filled with aggression and assertiveness, reflecting the artist's confident and confrontational attitude. The song features D-Block, a rap group known for their gritty and street-oriented style. The lyrics convey a sense of power and dominance over their rivals, as they assert their presence and readiness to defend themselves.
In the first verse, the artist proclaims that anyone who dares to challenge them or stand in their way will face dire consequences. The use of the repetition of "D-Block" emphasizes their unity and strength as a group. Additionally, the use of the phrase "kiss your ass good-bye" serves as a warning to those who dare to cross them, suggesting that they are prepared to go to extreme measures to protect their territory and reputation.
The second verse introduces a narrative setting of being in New York or down in the south, where the artist claims to be equally respected and feared. They boast about their involvement in the trap lifestyle, referring to drug-related activities, and being unafraid of the dangerous environments they navigate. The line "Its loaded when I get out the car like la da da da da" further highlights their readiness to use weapons to defend themselves.
The third verse continues with the theme of dominance and power. The artist mentions the spread of hatred and the need to defend oneself against potential enemies. They also express a desire to provide protection for their loved ones and ensure their safety, referencing purchasing guns for their family. The line "La da da da da da as we proceed son" suggests their determination to move forward, unruffled by the threats they encounter.
The final verse features a different artist, representing a different perspective within D-Block. The artist proclaims himself as the king of the South and asserts his wealth and success. He conveys a sense of confidence and authority, highlighting his status as a multi-millionaire who has paid the price to be at the top. The references to street life and specific locations add a sense of authenticity and grounding to his lyrics. He also uses aggressive imagery and language to further emphasize his dominance.
Overall, the lyrics of "Kiss the Game Goodbye (Remix)" capture the raw energy and bravado of D-Block. They assert their power, dominance, and willingness to protect what is theirs. The lyrics reflect the street-oriented style and aggressive nature of the artists, showcasing their confidence and assertiveness in the face of adversity.
Line by Line Meaning
Y'all know what this is
Everyone is aware of the situation
D-Block
Referring to the rap group D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
As an additional note
This is the remix
This version of the song is a remix
Who!
Expressing surprise or excitement
You can kiss your ass good-bye
You are about to face severe consequences
La da da da da da
Repetitive vocal sounds
Ayo the flow is here, the dough is here
The rap style and money are present
They gon' call this the hardest remix of the year
People will consider this the most intense remix of the year
The wrist is sickled, the nine is nickled
Wrist jewelry is stylish, the gun is loaded
The inside tanned, the outer pickled
The interior is luxurious, while the exterior is attractive
The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured
The cigar is prepared, the Hennessy is poured
You runnin' your mouth, I'm gettin' you jawed
You're talking too much, I'm going to hit you in the jaw
I'm wavin' the blade, I'm tellin' you back up
I'm brandishing a knife, warning you to move away
You empty your pockets, I'm pickin' your pack up
You're surrendering your belongings, and I'm stealing them
You can act stupid if you wanna
You can choose to be foolish
Like you don't know what block I'm in front of
Pretending to be unaware of my location
I'm out in New York or down in the south
I'm present in both New York and the southern states
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth
I'm in a dangerous area with valuable possessions
They booked me for the clubs in the hood
They scheduled me to perform in the neighborhood clubs
Where niggas scared to go but Sheek Louch good
The neighborhood is intimidating, but Sheek Louch is unafraid
Its loaded when I get out the car like la da da da da
I am armed and ready as soon as I exit the vehicle
Yeah D-Block
Affirming allegiance to D-Block
They say hate spread faster than love
Negative emotions spread more quickly than positive ones
So the Bentley is black, same color as the mask and the gloves
The car is black to match the disguise and protective gear
With me, I'ma send a bastard the bub
I will send an enemy a harsh punishment
Before he give a police to first and last gov'
Before he provides any information to the authorities
These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em they bleed cum
These idiotic individuals, when shot, show their true nature
And two pussies they with, just make it a threesome
And two weak individuals with them, creating a group of three
They growin' up quick, you gotta buy your seed guns
They are becoming dangerous, so you must arm yourself
Matic spray magazines before they could read one
Firing automatic weapons before they can comprehend the situation
My glass jaws had a hell of a we run
My weak points had a significant period of success
La da da da da da as we proceed son
Continuing forward with vocal sounds
And I know, every hood got a street flame if not they need one
Every neighborhood has a source of firepower, and if not, they require one
I'm thinkin' short range, give me a Sport Range
I'm considering a close-distance weapon, like a sports car
And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the stormer
During warmer weather, I will drive the luxury car
Duck when I'm passin' by
Take cover when I'm in close proximity
Put your head between your legs, kiss your ass good-bye, braaa
Assume a defensive position, as you're about to face dire consequences
You niggas lost y'all game, I'm throwin' a rock down
You have failed, and I'm exacerbating your defeat
Just to put y'all D, I'm back on the block now
To assert dominance, I've returned to the neighborhood
Runnin' your mouth, 'fore I shit all in it
Talking excessively, before I humiliate you
All y'all ass and I'm about to dig all in it
You're all vulnerable, and I'm going to exploit that vulnerability
I birthed you niggas, I fed and I burped you niggas
I created and nurtured you, like a parent
Quick as that, I will earth you niggas
With great speed, I will eliminate you
Clothed you niggas, wiped the snot from the nose of you niggas
I provided for you and cleaned up after your messes
Want not to expose you niggas, fist knife or razor fight
Avoiding the desire to reveal your true nature, resorting to physical combat
I got a year and a day, still played it like they gave me life
Despite a lengthy prison sentence, I maintained a strong mindset
Can't walk through the jail without shackles and two cops
Unable to move freely in prison, constantly supervised
Throwin' shit on the warden outta the food slop
Disrespecting the prison authorities with thrown food
Got connects with pop, he boofin' the weed plants
Having connections with someone who smuggles drugs
Get my khakis washed, I'm pressed for the food stamps
Having my clothing cleaned, eager to receive government assistance
Respect in the jail, a check in the mail
Earning respect within the prison, receiving financial support
I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill
I maintain frequent phone calls without asking for collect charges
Ay, you better know I'm going all-out, whatever the cost
You should be aware that I'm giving maximum effort, regardless of the consequences
So fuck whoever hate that I'm the king of the South
Disregard those who dislike my claim as the dominant figure in the southern states
You gon' forever see me flossed, Spyder with the top off
You'll always witness my flashy lifestyle, convertible sports car
Third gear I got lost to the million dollar law
Driving recklessly in third gear, escaping the authorities
J.G. with a fleet of bitches take your tops off
Being surrounded by attractive women, encouraging them to remove their tops
I'm a seven-figure nigga, paid the cost to be the boss
I have accumulated significant wealth, paying the price to be in charge
On the streets or behind the wall
Whether in the community or in prison
Lift weights, get straight, 'til it's time to ball
Engaging in weightlifting to build strength before participating in activities
Even if I never sell a million times at all
Regardless of whether I achieve mainstream success
Dope boy trap niggas, I'll grind for y'all
I'll work tirelessly for the drug-dealing individuals in difficult circumstances
Pimp Squad, D-Block I'll ride for y'all
Supporting the Pimp Squad and D-Block, being loyal to them
A-Town to Y.O, see the Chevy ride slow
From Atlanta to Yonkers, witnessing the slow ride in a Chevrolet
With the light turned down and the beat down low
Driving with dimmed lights and lowered music volume
.40 cal's and K's out the window
Firearms, including handguns and assault rifles, displayed
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
You should follow Lil' Jon's advice to lower yourself or take cover
'Cause you can cancel Christmas when the chopper-missle hit you
Prepare for devastation when the helicopter missile strikes
I ain't waiting for permission, I'ma flip it 'til it gets you
I won't wait for approval, I will turn the situation against you
La da da da da da
Repetitive vocal sounds
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: D JONES, DEVONGELO JONES, JOSEPH JOHNSON
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on special delivery (nas & d-block diss)
State prop!! Heavy hitta suckaaaaa