Intro

This is the story of Beanie Sigel Little Beanie was living trife In the ghetto life The night changed the rest of his life Money's all that he cared for Robbing drug dealers who hussled near the corner store Now he had no concern Bridges that would burn, bodies that were overturned No shame The game that he played with The Devil, the undertaker, the shewel, it's insane Uh, oh He cries out for help Into the world that he's got to himself And uh, oh His mentality Cause deep inside you can feel all through the air And he came and the clouds turned gray Packing them things, he was insane He can see the soul of a man through the whites of their eyes Riding on the fear of his name Back in them days Husseling nights have faded And Beanie Sigel was incarcerated And he shared a cell with a murderer Overheard of a plan that was worth it Outside connection To take over the south-end section Nickel-plated .45s and fast cars Dealt a bad hand, but in the end he still played his card They captured him and shackeled him, couldn't trap him and now Beanie Sigel's back again And he came and the clouds turned gray Packing them things, he was insane He can see the soul of a man through the whites of their eyes Riding on the fear of his name Back in them days