Beanie Sigel: Beans

State Property

Beans

Beans: [V.O.: last lines] The game don't change, just the players. Shit. I Mean I'd be rottin' on a bench one day. But, um, not like this. Damn, look at my girl. In front my daughter. I Mean, what the fuck was Baby Boy and D-Nice thinkin'? How the fuck did they get in here with them guns anyway? Broad daylight in a courtroom? But that shit was gangsta, thought, right? Keep it real, I went out like a gangsta. Bullshit. I mean, gangstas don't go out like that. That shit only happen in the fuckin' movies. Man, they put me under the jail. I got quadruple life. I'm state property. But you know what? This city gonna remember me. They gonna remember my name. They gonna remember Beans.
[fade to black]
Beans: Get down or lay down, Niggas.

Beans: Five million dollars. I want you to offer that nigga five million dollars. Tell him to take the stand, say he made a mistake, and I wasn't involved in none of that shit.
Lawyer: It's worth a try.
Beans: Don't fuckin' try. You do it.

Beans: You see this shit here? These motherfuckin' rings? These are for my top dogs. The minute you put that shit on, that shit means for life! That means till the day you die! Ain't no gettin' off this shit!
[Beans puts his ring on and raises his fist]
Beans: ABM for life!
ABM Crew: ABM for life!

Beans: Look at us man. Just chillin'. Enjoying the fruits of our *fuckin'* labor.