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 He told Dame to pass the word on that State Property was no longer in effect, until after he was released.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.
One Shot Deal
Beanie Sigel Lyrics
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Hit you with the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you poppin' on the wheel
Feel I can't die when I'm poppin' on the pill
So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels
Who rock the black and back out
Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
Outta hot pink things like Camron Range
The cocaine cowboy at work
I put ya niggas in the dirt for one like Dirt
Concealed hammer won't jam or won't chirp
Catch you on my second merk
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk
Bitches on the waste can't serve 'em
ROC without Jay won't work?
Shit like we ain't here
Actin' like SP ain't here
How y'all niggas can't see that clear? Clear?
Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapper
Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash
Crack ya head on the dash
I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on blast
Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash
You ain't ballin', you pump faking
Till you found in ya trunk naked
Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?"
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like notebook
When the hot water disappear like when coke cook
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
Leave that ass like Dama
Sig. heat that ass like sauna
Stretch ya body out like recliner
Stretch my middle finger to your honor
like, "Fuck the world", that's my persona, love drama
Drop a building like Osama, you vagina
I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
Try to forget me like all silence
Fuckin' with a vet be, all problems
I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise
Before "The Truth", position in the booth
As a young scrap, I was vicious as a youth
Kept a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe
You was strapped, then positioned on the stoop
Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot
Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a roof
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose
I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I bring the storm, all you niggas lace ya boots
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall cat-Crooked Letter-I
S-P-C-O, nigga yes I
Yes I
Matta fact
Yeah, Yeah
Bring it back
Bring it back, me, Doc, America's blunted
Not from there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted
Drop and roll, when my biscuit boil
Talk is greasy, tongue with Crisco oil
Streets is mine, check my flow online
At ww.cutanigga.com
Bricks, two on the hip, reach for the sky
You and ya Burberry suit is buried alive
On top of the Empire, dare me to dive
Wee there I go, no parachute
Jackass like Knoxville, hot as Cancun
Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the show
I be the raw in ya bitches nose
She be goin' to the bathroom, sniffing blow
Like, "Oh Docta shit, my man a joke"
I know, I be strapped with a double 4-4
And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac door
In the Bricks you hear them guns
Rat-a-tat-bo!m
Any nigga get X'ed out like Tic-Tac-Toe
Any bitch that know, Redman goin' the distance
We ain't tryin' to get fucked for instance
When you bust baby, goin' light the incense
Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag
I stole out the showroom with the price tag
I wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt drags
Hear that sound (whoosh), leave a block hunchback
Killa House, understand prick
We ain't gon stop till we "rich bitch"
Holla back, Redman, Beanie Sigel
Killa House
The lyrics to Beanie Sigel's "One Shot Deal" speak to his prowess as a shooter and his confidence in taking out his enemies in one fell swoop. He boasts about his ability to kill with one shot, comparing it to the skill of a sharpshooter. He also references his use of drugs, specifically pills, to give him a feeling of invincibility. The song also references his affiliation with the Roc-A-Fella Records label, whose logo weaves in and out of the lyrics. Throughout the song, Beanie Sigel is unapologetic about his lifestyle and his no-nonsense approach to dealing with his enemies. The song is a powerful statement on the harsh realities of street life.
Line by Line Meaning
One shot deal, one shot one kill
This is a decisive and deadly action, where one shot is all it takes to end someone's life.
Hit you with the one shot skill
I possess the ability to deliver a precise and lethal shot.
Bullets lift you up like you poppin' on the wheel
The impact of the bullets propels you upward, reminiscent of the motion of bouncing on the wheel.
Feel I can't die when I'm poppin' on the pill
The feeling of invulnerability arises when I consume drugs, making me believe that death is not a possibility.
So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels
The authenticity of my lifestyle is so palpable that it attracts attention from the legal system, specifically referring to the lawyer Johnnie Cochran.
Who rock the black and back out
I am someone who proudly wears black attire and is not afraid to retreat from a dangerous situation.
Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout
I have drawn my MAC (a type of firearm) and I am ready to engage in a chaotic and violent event.
Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain
I carry the weight and responsibility of representing Roc-A-Fella Records on my shoulders, while also having the support of State Property (SP) displayed through the chain I wear.
Shooters on the block slinging P last name
There are individuals on the streets selling drugs, specifically referencing a person whose last name starts with the letter 'P'.
Outta hot pink things like Camron Range
I am no longer using conspicuous and flashy objects, such as a pink car belonging to the rapper Cam'ron, to assert my presence.
The cocaine cowboy at work
I am engaged in illicit activities involving cocaine, assuming the role of a successful and influential figure in that world.
I put ya niggas in the dirt for one like Dirt
I can eliminate my enemies with ruthless efficiency, similar to the late rapper Dirt McGirt, also known as Ol' Dirty Bastard.
Concealed hammer won't jam or won't chirp
My hidden firearm is reliable and won't malfunction or produce any distinct sounds.
Catch you on my second merk
If I encounter you again, I will swiftly and brutally kill you.
Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk
Just released from prison, I project a menacing expression while concealing a firearm, finding pleasure in my dangerous reputation.
Bitches on the waist can't serve 'em
Women who are involved in illegal activities with me are unable to fulfill their functions effectively.
ROC without Jay won't work?
Is Roc-A-Fella Records capable of functioning and maintaining success without the presence of Jay-Z?
Shit like we ain't here
Acting as if our presence and influence are nonexistent.
Actin' like SP ain't here
Ignoring the presence and contributions of State Property (SP).
How y'all niggas can't see that clear? Clear?
How is it possible for you all to be blind to the obvious and undeniable truth?
Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapper
I advise you to calm down and proceed with caution, young hustler.
Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash
You need to quickly reduce your speed and exercise caution to avoid a catastrophic outcome.
Crack ya head on the dash
Your head will collide forcefully against the dashboard, resulting in injury.
I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on blast
I will cause you physical harm to the extent that you require a cast, while keeping my shotgun ready to be fired.
Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash
Individuals who are stubborn and resistant to advice only understand the seriousness of a situation once they witness the muzzle flash of a firearm.
You ain't ballin', you pump faking
You are pretending to live a lavish lifestyle and demonstrate wealth, but in reality, you are engaged in fraudulent actions.
Till you found in ya trunk naked
You will eventually be exposed and humiliated, left defenseless and vulnerable.
Four pound to ya crown like, 'Where the paper?'
I will confront you with my firearm aimed at your head, demanding the money you owe.
B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like notebook
I, Beanie Sigel, am a calculated criminal who is skilled at generating illicit money, comparable to filling the pages of a notebook.
When the hot water disappear like when coke cook
When the heat from law enforcement becomes less intense, analogous to the dissipation of heat during the process of cooking cocaine.
Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick
After temporarily disappearing, I reemerge as a menacing force, drawing parallels to the notorious killer David Berkowitz, while asserting my dominance and displaying my sickness or insanity.
Leave that ass like Dama
I will abandon you without remorse, similar to the way a heartless individual would leave someone behind.
Sig. heat that ass like sauna
I will subject you to intense physical danger, metaphorically compared to the heat of a sauna.
Stretch ya body out like recliner
I will cause you physical harm, resulting in your body being sprawled out like a reclining chair.
Stretch my middle finger to your honor
I show disrespect and defiance towards authority figures, specifically directed at a judge or a person holding a position of honor.
like, 'Fuck the world', that's my persona, love drama
I embody an attitude of contempt towards society, exhibiting a personality characterized by a strong inclination towards conflict and chaos.
Drop a building like Osama, you vagina
I have the power to cause destruction on a large scale, just like Osama bin Laden, and I use derogatory language to insult and belittle you.
I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas
You undoubtedly regret the moment our paths crossed, much like singer Carl Thomas expressed regret in the song 'I Wish'.
Try to forget me like all silence
You attempt to erase any trace of me from your memory, similar to how absolute silence erases any noise.
Fuckin' with a vet be, all problems
Engaging in a confrontation with an experienced veteran like me will result in nothing but trouble and difficulties for you.
I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise
I am not merely making empty threats, but rather, I am guaranteeing that I will follow through with my actions.
Before 'The Truth', position in the booth
Prior to the release of my album 'The Truth', I held a prominent position within the rap industry.
As a young scrap, I was vicious as a youth
During my early days in the streets, I was fiercely violent and aggressive, reflecting my youthful nature.
Kept a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe
I always carried a firearm while transporting drugs in my Coupe car, resembling the actions of a pigeon carrier.
You was strapped, then positioned on the stoop
You were armed with a weapon and stationed on the front steps of a building, ready for potential confrontations.
Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot
I maintain a state of being armed, ready to fire my gun at any given moment.
Mac take ya 'Juice' like Bishop on the roof
My Mac-10 firearm will seize your life, reminiscent of the scene in the movie 'Juice' where Bishop shoots Raheem on the rooftop.
I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a roof
I instilled such fear in you that you involuntarily urinated in the trunk of your car, similar to a rooftop.
Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose
Bullets penetrate your chest, causing damage similar to a loosely rolled blunt.
I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100 proof
I am akin to strong and potent alcohol, representing myself as pure and formidable.
I bring the storm, all you niggas lace ya boots
I bring chaos and violence, urging all of you individuals to prepare yourselves for the impending danger by lacing up your boots.
Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose
Alternatively, you should retrieve and tighten the strings on your shoes to create a noose, symbolizing the impending doom awaiting you.
Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob
Metaphorically, I suggest that you end your own life by hanging yourself, and I provide you with a small firearm to accomplish this, referring to the character Cheddar Bob from the movie '8 Mile'.
I'm in the hood like S-T-tall cat-Crooked Letter-I
I am present and involved in the neighborhood, reminiscent of the formation of the word 'Street' using the letters 'S', 'T', 'A', 'L', 'L', and 'C'.
S-P-C-O, nigga yes I
Referring to the group State Property (SP), asserting my affiliation with them and reaffirming my identity.
Matta fact
In fact
Yeah, Yeah
An expression of affirmation or agreement
Bring it back
Repeating a particular action or phrase
Bring it back, me, Doc, America's blunted
Repeating the previous phrase, referring to myself and the rapper Doc (perhaps referring to Doctor Dre) as individuals who represent the influence of marijuana in America.
Not from there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted
Although I am not originally from Philadelphia, I am regarded as one of the most sought-after and respected individuals from that area.
Drop and roll, when my biscuit boil
I swiftly drop to the ground and roll when my gun becomes hot, avoiding any potential confrontations.
Talk is greasy, tongue with Crisco oil
I engage in provocative and disrespectful speech, using the analogy of having a tongue coated with slippery and greasy Crisco oil.
Streets is mine, check my flow online
I dominate the streets, and you can witness the impact of my rap style by checking my freestyles and performances online.
At ww.cutanigga.com
You can find and observe my content at the website www.cutanigga.com.
Bricks, two on the hip, reach for the sky
I possess two kilograms of drugs, one on each side of my waist, and I warn my adversaries to raise their hands in surrender.
You and ya Burberry suit is buried alive
Both you and your expensive Burberry suit will meet a grim fate, being completely concealed and buried underground.
On top of the Empire, dare me to dive
I am on the pinnacle of success and control, and if you challenge me or provoke me, I will recklessly engage with full force.
Wee there I go, no parachute
With audacity and confidence, I will act without any safety measures or precautions, mirroring the actions of someone jumping from a height without a parachute.
Jackass like Knoxville, hot as Cancun
I exhibit reckless and daring behavior, reminiscent of the stunts performed by Johnny Knoxville in the TV show 'Jackass', and I compare my intensity to the scorching heat of Cancun.
Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the show
My chest hair is thick and vibrant, resembling that of a baboon, and I am a captivating performer who excels at energizing the audience, similar to Redman.
I be the raw in ya bitches nose
I am the purest and most potent form of drugs, specifically cocaine, that your girlfriend consumes through her nostrils.
She be goin' to the bathroom, sniffing blow
She frequently retreats to the bathroom to partake in the act of inhaling drugs, particularly cocaine.
Like, 'Oh Docta shit, my man a joke'
She expresses surprise and disbelief, stating that her partner who raps as 'Oh Docta' is not as serious or respected as he claims to be.
I know, I be strapped with a double 4-4
I am aware of this fact; I carry two .44 caliber firearms for my own protection.
And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac door
In addition to my firearms, I possess a Slim Jim tool commonly used by criminals to unlock car doors, suggesting my proficiency in theft and break-ins.
In the Bricks you hear them guns
In the neighborhood where I reside, known as the 'Bricks', the sound of gunshots is prevalent.
Rat-a-tat-bo!m
The onomatopoeic sound of gunshots.
Any nigga get X'ed out like Tic-Tac-Toe
Any individual who crosses me will face certain death, similar to the outcome of a game of Tic-Tac-Toe where one achieves three in a row.
Any bitch that know, Redman goin' the distance
Any woman who is familiar with the rapper Redman knows that he possesses unwavering dedication and determination.
We ain't tryin' to get fucked for instance
We are not interested in being taken advantage of or fooled under any circumstances.
When you bust baby, goin' light the incense
When engaging in sexual activity with me, prepare yourself for an intense experience, symbolized by lighting incense to create a sensual and stimulating atmosphere.
Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag
Hand me the cloth to clean myself, then reenter the luxurious Jaguar car.
I stole out the showroom with the price tag
I boldly took the Jaguar from the showroom without paying, disrespecting the conventional practice of purchasing the vehicle.
I wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt drags
I crafted these lyrics while under the influence of smoking 25 marijuana blunts, inspiring my creative process.
Hear that sound (whoosh), leave a block hunchback
When you hear the distinctive sound effect (whoosh), it will result in the streets being filled with individuals who are fearful and on edge.
Killa House, understand prick
I am affiliated with the group Killa House, emphasizing their reputation for dominance and asserting that others should acknowledge this fact.
We ain't gon stop till we 'rich bitch'
We will continue our pursuit of wealth and success relentlessly, not allowing anyone or anything to hinder us.
Holla back, Redman, Beanie Sigel
Call out to Redman and Beanie Sigel, requesting their attention or respect.
Killa House
A further reference to the group Killa House and their influence.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DWIGHT GRANT, REGGIE NOBLE, ROOSEVELT HARRELL III
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