Yeah.. 2 different styles.. thats hard to compare.
I prefer Pimp C's music though.
Beanie Sigel makes you feel his shyt on a 2pac level though. But I don't see Beans bein able to make shyt that imma bump all tha time n shyt. But im high all tha time too. It's more that Pimp C rhymed over better music, to me.
But a fair comparison, would be take the realest Bean verse and put it up with this Pimp C verse... this my shyt..
[Pimp C:]
I'm tired livin' fukked up, tired of livin' bad
Tired of hearing grandma tellin' me
When you gonna go to church Chad
Now I'm tryin' to live up to the image
That she would want me to be
But I got one foot in the street
And every week I flip a Ki
I never wanted to be a G
But nikkas depend on me
It ain't safe to hit I-10
So nikkas fear with me
And all the nikkas that I went to school wit
Got cool wit, went to fool wit
I dealt selling that white shyt
Pushin' cocaine, nikkas holding pistols
Dependant on the game
What ya want me to do, its like somebody cut my throat
Got $20,000, tryin' to turn it to a hundred
And ain't nobody got no dough
So nikkas came to smoke, bad habits do exist
And if this bytch came thinking to ease my mind
By sucking my dikk
bytch make up for a minute cause that ship never lasts
In 1996 nikkas is dyin' from layin' on that ass
First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
And you wonder why yo' nikkas out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell you I wore a rubber everytime
But if I told you that nikka you know that I be lyin'
And I've been fukking p*ssy since the tender age of nine
It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
And Crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt
But still I puts in work and front for my folks
Cause where I come from nikka, family just ain't no joke
Now D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
But what about Baby Doe, some say that nikka's selling dope
And you know that I ain't lyin', that just how family talk
But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork
And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved
Most preachers are false prophets
fukkin' hoes and gettin' paid
I'm lookin' for the...