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 He told Dame to pass the word on that State Property was no longer in effect, until after he was released.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.
On Fire
Beanie Sigel Lyrics
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Just blazin' this shit, ya heard?
It's ya main man
I'm back niggaz, holla
My break I'm fresh off it
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh)
They want to end my chill, want to see what that villa be
Now what that sound like?
Plus they know what a clip get down like
Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels
'Cause you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel
I live this way it's real dog no joke
Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch
So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley
The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds sixty
For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog
M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?
We all criminals but live like a diplomat
We get low, when the dough low, get it back
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam
Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man
We run the spot, drop ceilings fam
Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Up with killers man
And line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
The coach walk you through and he grind you up
What chu want the dope or the weed?
How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?
How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?
Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast
And keep a wack that'll gag ya back
Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks
It's the Broad Street Bully bitch
I bully niggaz on the broadest streets
I house niggaz on the narrowest block
Know my rules when the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here)
Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm observin' (you ain't here)
Nobody be missin' your loss 'cause you deserved it
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli chilly chill
On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel
(Killa, Killa)
Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks
Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8
I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
That to 100,000, in front-a housin'
Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'
It's the top don, glock palm, dot com
Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
And I'm extra scary
CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries
All for information it ain't necessary
They in love like the 14th of February
Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off
It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th
Halloween or Memorial Day
At your memorial be one year from today
All y'all think it's peace and peachy
I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock
Christian Dior, BCBG round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies
Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me"
Calm down ma, easy easy
Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy
Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me
He ain't no tease but measly
Not Doggy's angels kills please believe me
You now rollin' with them thugs from the are-O-C
Niggaz want to despise the team
Rocafella
When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin
Killa, easy
Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free
Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a
Roc in this muh, muh-muhfucka
In Beanie Sigel's "On Fire," he starts the song off by asserting that he's back and fresh off his break, and that he's not changing his ways. He's stuck in these ways, represented by his Nike Airs, sweats, and Taurus. Sigel offers a warning to his enemies, who want to end his chill and see what his villa looks like. His enemies know how he gets down with his clip, turning bags from bladders to paint peels. He asserts that he lives this way and is very real about it.
Sigel then goes on to explain how he deals with his enemies. He slaps his foes' customers and workers, deads the strip, sticks them, and yaps their bitches. Sigel asserts that he's back for his grizzly and that he's here to stay, no matter if the dough runs low. The song ends with Sigel shouting out Rocafella, his team, and letting everyone know that when things get tough, his team is the one doing the popping.
Line by Line Meaning
My break I'm fresh off it
I'm just coming off a break and I'm feeling refreshed
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
I refuse to change and remain set in my ways
Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh)
I'm always dressed in Nike Airs and sweats, and I carry a Taurus firearm
But I'm-a do it for my enemies
I'm going to prove myself to my enemies
They want to end my chill, want to see what that villa be
They want to disturb my peace and see me fail in my luxury lifestyle
Now what that sound like?
Does that make any sense?
Plus they know what a clip get down like
They are aware of the deadly consequences of my gun
Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels
I can turn drugs from small bags to large quantities and transform a car into a flashy ride
'Cause you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel
Don't mess with me because I'm the type to confront you with a weapon
I live this way it's real dog no joke
I genuinely live this dangerous lifestyle, it's not a joke
Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels
I disrespect others by blowing smoke in their faces and urinating on their possessions
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
I physically assault my customers, kill my employees, and end their illegal activities
Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch
I betray my drug supplier and talk disrespectfully to my woman
So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley
I'm back with a vengeance and ready to take what's rightfully mine
The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds sixty
I'm a leader, armed with a pistol that holds sixty rounds, ready to take charge
For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
I'll fight and shoot until my gun is empty, whether you're inexperienced or experienced
So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog
Go and inform your partner that I'm armed with a Ruger firearm equipped with two magazines
M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me
I, M-Easy, won't abandon my neighborhood because they depend on me
Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?
I'm well-respected and feared, who dares to doubt me?
We all criminals but live like a diplomat
We all engage in illegal activities but live luxuriously like diplomats
We get low, when the dough low, get it back
When our money is running low, we lay low and then bounce back
Here is something you can't understand
I'm about to reveal something that you won't comprehend
How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam
I'm willing to commit murder for my friend Killa Cam
Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man
My crew and I, the Roc killa fam, are the most successful individuals
We run the spot, drop ceilings fam
We control the area, even influencing the cost of living
Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
We make an impact that causes people to drop their jaws in surprise
Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Listen closely, I'll teach you how to load a van with drugs
Up with killers man
I associate myself with dangerous individuals
And line the trunk
Put drugs in the trunk of the vehicle
Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
I always have a hidden compartment for my guns
The coach walk you through and he grind you up
Our mentor will guide you and teach you our ruthless ways
What chu want the dope or the weed?
Do you want drugs or marijuana?
How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?
How do you prefer your drugs packaged? In small containers or bags?
How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?
How would you like me to carry my gun? With a Mac-10 or a magazine?
Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast
Yes, that Bentley can be returned, but be careful, because I can react quickly
And keep a wack that'll gag ya back
And I possess a weapon that can harm you severely
Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks
I dominate and overpower your confidence and style
It's the Broad Street Bully bitch
I'm the aggressive and intimidating bully of Broad Street
I bully niggaz on the broadest streets
I intimidate and control individuals on the busiest streets
I house niggaz on the narrowest block
I control and influence individuals even on the smallest streets
Know my rules when the barrel get hot
Understand my principles when things get dangerous
When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
When the gun is fired and bullets are discharged, and the smoke dissipates
Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here)
I hear rumors of your violent actions, but I haven't witnessed it firsthand
Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm observin' (you ain't here)
Nobody dares to oppose me because I'm watching and staying vigilant
Nobody be missin' your loss 'cause you deserved it
Nobody mourns your death because you brought it upon yourself
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli chilly chill
People in South Philly are willing to kill without hesitation, and I always carry my firearm
On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel
In all seriousness, I will force you to experience the destructive power of my gun
(Killa, Killa)
(Killa, Killa)
Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
Go ahead, foolish individuals, get involved with those women
I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks
I'm like the third little piggy, engaging in illegal activities involving drugs
Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
Actually, I'm more like a bakery, as I have large quantities of drugs
Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8
Some people believe doubling their money is turning $5 into $8
I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
But I can turn $8 into $20, $20 into $100, $100 into $1000
That to 100,000, in front-a housin'
And then turn that $100,000 into even more wealth, right in front of where I live
Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
I shut down all my competitors, nobody is permitted to enter my territory
I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'
I'm purchasing everything I want and I'm finished with browsing
It's the top don, glock palm, dot com
I'm the boss, always carrying a Glock pistol, known to be dominant
Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
I can knock you out, just like Haseem Rahman did in a boxing match
And I'm extra scary
In addition, I'm extremely intimidating
CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries
CEOs pretending to be tough isn't needed, I mess around with their secretaries
All for information it ain't necessary
I engage in relationships with secretaries just to extract information, not for any other reason
They in love like the 14th of February
They are infatuated and deeply in love, like on Valentine's Day
Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off
I manipulate and deceive them, just like on April Fool's Day, before I escape
It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th
My actions could occur on any day, but they will resonate like fireworks on Independence Day
Halloween or Memorial Day
Whether it's Halloween or Memorial Day
At your memorial be one year from today
At the anniversary of your death, which will be one year from today
All y'all think it's peace and peachy
All of you assume everything is calm and pleasant
I leave you reesy piecy
I will leave you in disarray and pieces
All my bitches rock Christian Dior, BCBG
All of my women wear expensive designer clothing
Round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies
Fake individuals get scared and uneasy around us
Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me"
Desperate women beg me for money and resources
Calm down ma, easy easy
Relax, woman, take it easy
Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy
Speak provocatively to satisfy me, get my friend Weezy
Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me
I still wear Ellesse clothing, and you need to please me to avoid conflict
He ain't no tease but measly
He's not just a tease, he's insignificant
Not Doggy's angels kills please believe me
Not even the women who are famous for being associated with Doggy (Snoop Dogg) can compare to the killings I'm capable of, believe me
You now rollin' with them thugs from the are-O-C
You are now associating with gangsters from the OC (Orange County)
Niggaz want to despise the team
Some individuals want to hate on our group
When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin
When things get serious, you know who is taking action
Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free
I don't care about those who disagree, I'll give them my bullets for free
Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a
Representing Rocafella, Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a
Roc in this muh, muh-muhfucka
Rocafella is dominating in this situation
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Written by: DAMIEN SMITH, MICHAEL WOODROW SR. JACKSON
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DonJuanLilMike
This so f*ckin hard, omg