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 He told Dame to pass the word on that State Property was no longer in effect, until after he was released.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.
Think It's A Game
Beanie Sigel Lyrics
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I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It was a full moon in the beginnin' of March
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin' and spinnin' women
Cats with big hats slammin' Cadillac doors
Who choosin' hoes, you losin' hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes
Niggaz want to lojack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
Crack topic, back block it
Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket
Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket
It's not a game, prick
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Straight gangsta nigga, uhh, uh-huh-uhh-uhh
Straight gangsta nigga, yeah
They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin' my mink up
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin' my drink up
Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin' that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
Makes me a mathematician about my math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician, rap with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope and sold crack and sold soap and sold rap and
Bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy that
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Purpose for man, worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun, run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
Clip blazin' it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
Where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin' on the dope size, we slide it from size
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and don't think cause I rap that I won't
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It's see the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school
Metal detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in school
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with the chrome
And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It ain't even a business, it's just the way I get it consistently, flip it until the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm
And been paid since the day I was born
But these lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
The lyrics to Beanie Sigel's "Think It's A Game" describe the life of a gangsta who lived a life of sin and women. The singer of the song boasts about his gangster lifestyle, saying that he bangs out until his opponent's brains hang out. He warns other people that they're in danger if they mess with him, as they're messing with a gangsta. The song warns that people underestimate the gangster lifestyle until it's too late, as perceived games turn violent and bloody with thangs coming out. The singer of the song makes it clear that he's the real deal, unlike those who pretend to be gangsters.
The song highlights the realities of gang culture, where violence and aggression are expected, and anyone who doesn't possess a thick skin could be in danger. It's a reminder that the streets are cruel, and only those who are ready to face the brutal realities of gang life can make it.
Line by Line Meaning
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
People underestimate the danger until they face it
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
I'll fight until I win, even if it involves killing
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
This is my reputation and I am violent
It was a full moon in the beginnin' of March
A metaphor to say that he was born under adverse circumstances
'Bout the end of Winter '74
Refers to the time when he turned to a life of crime
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin' and spinnin' women
He was introduced to a life of crime and women
Cats with big hats slammin' Cadillac doors
He was in the company of pimps who drove fancy cars
Who choosin' hoes, you losin' hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You're not a pimp if you're losing women
You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes
You're not experienced with manipulating women
Niggaz want to lojack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
Some men will try to control their women
I pimps up, smack my bitches
He is abusive towards women
You want to fuck trick your bitches
Men try to deceive women into having sex with them
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch
He has sex with women and earns money from them
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
He keeps a gun with him
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
You're not a real criminal if you only steal cars
Crack topic, back block it
He sells crack cocaine in his neighborhood
Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it
He has a gun and is fearless
Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket
He has different types of guns and is violent
Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket
An insulting way of telling someone to sit down
It's not a game, prick
This is not a joke
Straight gangsta nigga, uhh, uh-huh-uhh-uhh
He is a true criminal
Straight gangsta nigga, yeah
He is a real criminal
They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
This is his nickname and he is successful at earning money
Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's
Refers to his drug dealing days
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin' my mink up
He has a woman accompanying him and she's holding his fur coat
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin' my drink up
He's flaunting his jewelry and drinking
Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin' that stink up
He's cruising with his convertible top down and smoking marijuana
It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
He doesn't smoke often but it helps him think
Makes me a mathematician about my math
Smoking helps him think clearly about making money
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician, rap with precision
He is good at seducing famous women and rapping well
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
His charm makes women choose him over other men
Now divide yourself and slide
Get away from him
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
His nickname is Young Vito, and he represents young people as a rapper
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
He speaks for criminals and can manipulate situations
Took it where few went, made a few cents
He took risks and earned some money
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
He wants a new nickname and wants to be known as The Blueprint
Sold dope and sold crack and sold soap and sold rap and
He sold drugs, music, and even soap to earn money
Bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy that
He bought expensive cars and re-bought them, proving his wealth
Purpose for man, worship Allah, then you die
A reminder that human life is short and the purpose is to serve God
Purpose of my gun, run in yo' shop and take pies
The purpose of his gun is to rob stores and steal money
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
He wants his son to follow in his criminal footsteps
Clip blazin' it through your brains
He will shoot and kill anyone who opposes him
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
Use a gun until it can't be used anymore
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
He drives luxury cars when he goes out with his crew
Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five
He's not lying, he can prove it with his gun
And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
He prays five times a day, regardless of his faith
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
He will stop at nothing to feed his children, even if it means stealing a car
Where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
He will interrupt a police officer if it means getting drugs or money
Dependin' on the dope size, we slide it from size
He will smuggle drugs in different ways depending on the amount
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
He's using guns with empty chambers so that he can quickly reload and shoot again
They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and don't think cause I rap that I won't
If your family members are killed, you should take revenge and he will not hesitate to do so
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
He is comparing himself to a character in a gangster movie who is violent
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Real criminals have women working with them, even in lowly positions
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Prostitutes earn money on the streets
It's see the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
People recognize him as a young rapper with potential
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Without Batman (a metaphor for protection), his money is at risk
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school
He carries a nickel plated gun for protection
Metal detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved
Schools have metal detectors to scan for weapons so he can't carry his gun
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
He had sex with all the attractive girls at school
Good with math but I skipped it in school
He is good at math but didn't apply himself in school
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them tools
He's good with tools but is in trouble with the law
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
His misbehavior led to his expulsion from school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
He doesn't care about Jordans, and instead wants to talk and interact with people
Out on my own, movin out with the chrome
He is on his own and carries a gun with him
And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
No one can distract him from his focus, not even a basketball player like Allen Iverson
It ain't even a business, it's just the way I get it consistently, flip it until the day I'm gone
Earning money is not just a business, it's a consistent way of life for him
Scream beef any day and it's on
He is always ready for a fight and is violent
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm
Even with an unloaded gun, he is still dangerous
And been paid since the day I was born
He has been earning money since he was born
But these lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh
People who underestimate him will regret it when he uses his gun
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, JAMES EASLEY, DWIGHT GRANT, BERNARD CARLOS PARKER, K. PATRICK, LESLIE PRIDGEN, CHRIS RIES
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@aldarragi7345
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It was a full moon in the beginnin' of March
'Bout the end of Winter '74
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin' and spinnin' women
Cats with big hats slammin' Cadillac doors
Who choosin' hoes, you losin' hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes
Niggaz want to lojack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
Crack topic, back block it
Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket
Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket
It's not a game, prick
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Straight gangsta nigga, uhh, uh-huh-uhh-uhh
Straight gangsta nigga, yeah
They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin' my mink up
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin' my drink up
Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin' that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
Makes me a mathematician about my math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician, rap with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope and sold crack and sold soap and sold rap and
Bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy that
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Purpose for man, worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun, run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
Clip blazin' it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
Where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin' on the dope size, we slide it from size
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and don't think cause I rap that I won't
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It's see the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school
Metal detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in school
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with the chrome
And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It ain't even a business, it's just the way I get it consistently, flip it until the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm
And been paid since the day I was born
But these lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
@nicolasjones2929
Jay verse in this solidified it for me that he couldn't lose.
@shanebenson1820
Until Ether!!!
@nicolasjones2929
@@shanebenson1820 take over was better
@antoniomitchell1883
@@nicolasjones2929it was not.
@SavageLife84
@@antoniomitchell1883takeover was 1000 times better than ether
@AerialPenn
I shut it down after the first two verses. Jay and Beans should have done a whole album together. Beans is the truth.
@therealqcb8986
Damn me too my G.
@quincyeverette3038
Give beanie his props he killed it
@jacobmeeks9620
I'm talking about straight murdered it
@williamcapone5457
beanie sigel murder this track hands down