Just Another Nigga

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Beanie Sigel

Dwight Grant (born March 6, 1974), better known by his stage name Beanie Sigel, is an American rapper from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He is a former member/artist of Dame Dash Music Group and Roc-A-Fella Records where he had formed a close association with rappers Jay-Z, Freeway and other former and current artists on the Roc-A-Fella roster. His stage name comes from a street in South Philadelphia, the rapper's former stomping grounds where he worked alongside Senior Durham in the projects. He has sold more than two million albums worldwide. During a controversial period, Beanie Sigel recorded a song dissing his former boss and mentor Jay-Z on the track "I Go Off" with 50 Cent who had signed Grant to his G-Unit Records label in 2009. In early 2011 Grant appe… more »

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Chea, State Property Criminal Records
We'll show you exactly what takes
Place in the ghetto (that's right)

People used to tell me
That I'll be just another nigga
Livin' life in these cold streets
And I don't wanna be just another nigga
People used to tell me
That I'll be just another nigga
Understand y'all don't know me
Cause I'm not gonna be just another nigga

They say I'm just another nigga
(another nigga)
A malt liquor drinker, a marijuana smoker
Sherman Heller, crack pusher
You gotta serve fiends by all means
To make cream to feed home
I'm just another gangsta, breed homes
Let me run wit my niggas hug the corner
Though it one day that same block
That I love to hug
Might leave me and to turn into a goner
But I refuse to turn my back on my niggas
How could I leave them
Knowin' one day I might turn
Around and need 'em for
School me way back in the day
A man should never bite the hand and feed 'em
So we learned to break bread through
In the month of Ramadan
Together we grow fast, fell back
I watched teams break up
Top guns that broke down
Fake fucks get faked down and fake pounds
I got slugs to chase ya
Fake fucks the f*ck down
Police wanna know why I pack the piece
That fills the stacks increase
Ya dudes in the streets wanna ruin the face

People used to tell me
That I'll be just another nigga
Livin' life in these cold streets
And I don't wanna be just another nigga
People used to tell me
That I'll be just another nigga
Understand y'all don't know me
Cause I'm not gonna be just another nigga

I sat in my cell, watchin' the walls
Sayin' reps in my head while
I washed my drawers
Life is hard, and pussies is soft
(district attorneys)
Scream, years involved in there
Snitch on they boss but not O
You know the jail thing I'm used to the scene
Keep my blues wit a cuff
And my Converse clean
I'm not pointin', snitchin', rattin'
Givin' a statement i'm the mind
Body and soul of this nigga you get mavin
I was raised by the PJ's, hung wit the essa's
Took rocked nueve's, dip pull Chevy's
Sold dope to strangers, shot at my roadies
Smacked my young bitch in her
Face and broke her clothes
Cause I wasn't focused everybody so shifty
Life was crazy like I slipped it a nicky
I'm just another nigga, no I'm more
I'm a ex-con
A bank robber driver 'bout to go on tour

People used to tell me
That I'll be just another nigga
Livin' life in these cold streets
And I don't wanna be just another nigga
People used to tell me
That I'll be just another nigga
Understand y'all don't know me
Cause I'm not gonna be just another nigga

In '98 y'all couldn't trace my mug
Now y'all hatin' wanna waste my blood
Cause I'm eatin', wanna taste my grub
Tell you what, I'll give you food for thought
The spoon and fork
But y'all bitches doin' the dishes
Feed you shells from the strafe I snubbed
Now Prop's that's the case won't budge
No prints pimp latex glove
Lose in court, f*ck you gon' prove in court?
Sig don't believe in leavin' witness
Shit ain't all good
Different number different hood
Duck and damn the sticks
Disappear in the woods
I duck cops and I lost neighbors
Had to separate my neighbors acres
Segregate the haters
Y'all said that I'd be dead in the street
Nigga, I'm gettin' bread tryin' to
Spread wit my peeps
Sit behind the desk and a scraper
I know I'm destined for greatness
Y'all thought you'd read about my
Death in the papers, huh?

People used to tell me
That I'll be just another nigga
Livin' life in these cold streets
And I don't wanna be just another nigga
People used to tell me
That I'll be just another nigga
Understand y'all don't know me
Cause I'm not gonna be just another nigga

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