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What Is Beanie Sigel's Greatest Verse? (POLL UP, PLEASE VOTE)

Greatest Beans Verse?

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It's on verse 1
Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya
We hug corners, play blocks like Gators
With bundles on us, serve tre's like waiters
It's the life we chose to hustle
Can't stop it, can't knock it
Half the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more
Charge less for, that ain't the program
Get ya lessons from the snow man
Like Pillsbury I get the doe man
I'll off ya head for a slice of bread
I keep my word and I'm true to my peeps
Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat
I'm over the stove like +Cuban Links+
Breakin' down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do
You niggaz soft like baby food
'Round the world niggaz pay me dues
While you niggaz sing the same old song like Sadies do
Grown man nigga, baby who?
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
 
"Yet another day of all the suffering it gave
I was just a little boy ever so naive
Amy was my best friend, I never want to hurt her
I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder
On the playground, I chase her down the slide
I chase her cross the monkey bars
And she would run and hide
Jinglin and tumbling, I pushed her off the sled
Amy coincidentally hit her head
Jumbling inside my brain, down came the rain
Amy isn't answering, who would get the blame?
Amy isn't laughing, Amy isn't crying
Amy isn't really breathing, God I think she's dying
Suddenly, the air is cold I must get her inside
Even though she died, Amy has to hide
Nobody must ever know that I made Amy sick
Lock her up forever in the attic
Maybe it's best they buy it, thinking did she really die
I'm thinking if it's really true
Then how come I am telling you
And if I really meant to do it
Should I be a victim too
And should I walk the terror stairs
And see if all my terror fairs, no "
 
@Duwop was bout to piss me off cuz I thought he was about to post all tha verses I wanted to post....UNTIL I went and starting looking up different Beanie verses and saw about 12 different 1’s I wanted to post lmao....this nigga Beans pen game is up there wit YOUR favorite rapper’s favorite rapper

:readyforwar:
 
He just paints pictures man smh

Feel it in the Air (verse 1)

Something going on, I feel funny
Can't tell me nothin' different, my nose twitchin'
Intuition setting in like Steve vision
I still close my eyes, I still see visions
Still hear that voice in the back of my mind
So what I do? I still take heed, I still listen
I still paint that perfect picture, I still shine bright like a prism
My words still skippin' through air
I know you can't, don't, won't get it
You niggas chose to ride that ship, sunk with it
I'm still afloat, I ain't the captain of the yacht
But I'm on the boat
I ain't acting what I'm not knowing that I don't
You niggas acting like you will, but I know you won't
I read between the lines of your eyes to your brows
Your handshake ain't matching your smile
Ah-ah, you niggas foul
 
Word....Life said:
@Duwop was bout to piss me off cuz I thought he was about to post all tha verses I wanted to post....UNTIL I went and starting looking up different Beanie verses and saw about 12 different 1’s I wanted to post lmao....this nigga Beans pen game is up there wit YOUR favorite rapper’s favorite rapper

:readyforwar:
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Bruh, those were off the top of my head...

I know i could find more... But I already over did it
 
What you know about solitary
Locked down, no commissary
And you wild already
And you just seen your mom get buried
You got drowns, comin' in all kinds of flurries
What you know about your towel on your cell when you alone at night
Or a jailhouse hunger srike
Or you sittin' in your cell and just zone one night
And you think "damn, I'm neva comin' home one night"
You got 5 years in, neva been flown a kite
You hearin' grown men moan at night
They got you stuck in the can
White man got you fuckin' your hand
Your wife on land fuckin' your man
What you know about no parole
Life in the hole
Lifes cold, you be eatin' them swags
Guards on the nightshift they be beatin' you bad
The hardest nigga turned bitch, be sleepin' wit fags
What you know about gettin' and shippin' balloons
Keep switchin' positions in the visitin' room
Gotta take Ex-Lax, hope you did it in time
Gotta shit in your palm just ta get the heroin
And you talkin' 'bout your life is this, your life is that
Your life ain't shit, your life is whack
Man you listenin' ta the realest nigga
Close your eyes, muthafuckas tell me you don't feel this nigga


WHAT YOUR LIFE LIKE!
 
The real is back

Pressure's on once again but I embrace it
I weathered through the storm before, I'm never breakin' (Never)
I do this for the youth in the Matrix who won't make it (Uh huh)
I tell 'em every knock is a boost, remain patient (Yeah)
But every move he make is calculated through his hunger (Shit)
It's sad to say, shorty might not make it through the summer
His mom turned tricks for a fix, the pills strung her
He only met his pop through flicks and a jail jumper
His stomach empty but his clip full (Clip full)
He pop Xannies by the fist full
Drink syrup then skip school
Pants hangin' off his ass, ain't been in a bath
I try to steer 'em right 'cause I hate to see him crash
Tell him just stay in his lane and remain humble
You bound to get hit in the game, just don't fumble
I seen G's drop the ball and straight crumble
Just know if your aunt had a dick, she'd be your uncle
What your life like, nigga? Mines is real
No if, mights, maybes, probably wills
I blow your fuckin' head off with that revolver steel
I shot a nigga on tour, got that revolver still
Know when you fuckin' with the Bully, you involved with real
I put your body somewhere, they won't solve your kill, nigga
You need to stop if you think Mack won't pop it
Have your mom in all black out casket shoppin'
 
When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
I'll probably die in the vocal booth spittin' out raw
Die on stage, rippin' down tours
Die from AIDS, trickin' out-a-town whores
Die 'cause I didn't have one in the pipe
Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike
Or die on a death mission, two TECs spittin'
No vest, section from my chest missin'
Die 'cause the jewels in my necklace glisten
In a V twizzy in a reckless collision
Or die in the streets over somethin' petty
'Cause a broke ass nigga tried to say I ass bet 'em
Die from a shot from a SIG or Glock
From a kid on the block while sittin' in the drop
Or die 'cause I was on, ain't see 'em comin'
Too late, eight shots got my body numbin'
Die for fuckin' his bitch in his bed
Die 'cause a nigga thought I snitched to the Feds
Die with a knife six inches in my head
I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair
Or die 'cause a nigga pulled his Roscoe out quicker
I was high off vodka, hydro, or malt liquor
Die 'cause I knew I shoulda laid that man
Die 'cause the cops tricked me to say that man
Die 'cause I hesitated to spray that man
Die 'cause I hesitated to pay that man
Die 'cause my man passed me a empty tool
Die 'cause I panicked, I couldn't keep my cool
Die 'cause I mixed all them pills with Hennessy
Or die 'cause them niggas was jel, they envied me
Die tryin' to steal the fate of my enemy
I could go out from a case of mistaken identity
Or die 'cause the door wasn't open, it was locked
Die 'cause the 4 was broken, it wouldn't pop
Die 'cause a nigga wasn't focused on the block
Die 'cause them niggas thought the coke was in the spot
Die 'cause another nigga said I said somethin'
Die 'cause that newsy bitch said I did somethin'
Die 'cause a nigga was tryin' to get a name
Or die 'cause it was just my time to feel the flames
Might get sparked, might not feel no pain
Might go out like dark-skinned Jermaine
Take a couple shots to the heart, to the brain
Got all the dough, don't know the cost of the game
Young buck didn't wanna come off the chain
Couldn't handle the rock, got horsed in the game
I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac
I'd rather go out in the Masjid makin' Salat
 
Jeromeallentown said:
Chill dog
Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother
Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother
Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another
I'm thinking damn; how my older sister going make me tougher
When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real
I'm tired of trying to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills
Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real
Y'all niggas thinking what y'all reading in The Source is real
What my life like, you looking at the source, it's real
What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real
Passing judgment, you niggas second-guessing Beans
'Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Mu'min
Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an
I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine
Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body
Make 'em feel hell on earth before Allah drop me
I feel the line's drawn here, nutting more can stop me
'Til them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me
There's only three things that make Mack not act like Beans
Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin
My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave, dog
Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave, dog
I come back in the afterlife
Like fuck it, I done touched hell twice; what's the meaning?
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Can't top this one sheesh
 
Aight, now I'm starting to get annoyed. When it comes to putting words together on a record, if Big Boi don't belong in this thread series...then Beans CERTAINLY don't belong here. No hate towards either of them. But na.

Also, the only right answer here is verse 2 on What Ya Life Like.
 
Jay-Z "Somehow Someway" verse two

(To Lil' Nell, Sigel Street, I ain't forget you)
Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck
Nosey neighbors and haters keep they face on stuck
Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up
Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over rope, the young boys hype things up
Niggas fighting over coke, the young boys light things up
All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up
'member Lil' Eddie draw, man how he light mean up
Then they wonder why we light green up
Back to back steamers trying to relax but I can't, I lean up
Ain't the L or the reefer that steam up (that steam up)
It's my head and I'm stressed to the point I get a fever
Thinking 'bout the block and all the mothers and kids
That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed 'em
For the rest of their life
Fucking wings, fried vegetable rice (gotta be kidding)
No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night
Our kids eating lunch at night
In their beds all bunched in tight
No less than three or four (you know how it go)
Two by the foot two by the headboard
Man I'm getting scared for them (yeah I know)
That's how I feel for them
And we gotta grip of shorties on the block
All they do is smoke weed and drink forties, cop their quarties
Enough to get the latest ROC, newest Glock, and old Jordies
 
mryounggun said:
Aight, now I'm starting to get annoyed. When it comes to putting words together on a record, if Big Boi don't belong in this thread series...then Beans CERTAINLY don't belong here. No hate towards either of them. But na.

Also, the only right answer here is verse 2 on What Ya Life Like.
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You bugging
 
5 Grand said:
It's On

Once again it's on, fuck it we ain't through wit niggaz
Twin towers here to ruin niggaz
You couldn't break up the towers with Tomjanovich
or Osama bombin' shit
We slay niggaz wit K's, we the drama men
Get it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy)
You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board
I'm a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire
Run through hell with gasoline draws on
You can't mute me put the pause on
My guns shoot like fast-foward's on
And dress cute when the war's off
What you doin' dawg, you playin' wit it
You make your bed right you layin' in it
You keep your share tight you stayin' in it
You bringin' niggaz where your kids sleep
I sing to niggaz while the kids sleep
Rock-a-bye muthafucka.
I hope you high muthafucka.
Ready to die muthafucka.
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I liked the first verse too
 
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