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