Somebody
B.E.T.A Lyrics

I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
I'm sitting at home daydreaming about luxurious planes and fancy cars

The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops)
I'm thinking about the musical success of Salt-N-Pepa and Snoop Dogg, trying to figure out how to emulate it

I'm interrupted by a doorbell
Suddenly, someone rings my doorbell, interrupting my thoughts

3:52, who the hell is this?
It's 3:52 AM and I'm wondering who could possibly be ringing my doorbell so early in the morning

I gets up quick, cocks my shit
I immediately hop up and grab my gun

Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
I quiet my barking dogs and start walking towards the door

Its a face that I seen before
I recognize the person who is standing outside my door

My nigga Sing, he used to sling on the 16th floor
It's my friend Sing, who used to sell drugs on the 16th floor

I look deeper, I see blood up on his sneakers
As I look closer, I notice that there's blood on his shoes

And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
He's holding a chrome .45 pistol in his hand

So I dip
I quickly leave the scene

Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
As he approaches, I'm unsure if he's here to surprise me or just say hello

He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon
He informs me that C-Rock has been shot at the Beacon

I opens up the door, pitiful, "Is he in critical?"
I open the door feeling sorry and ask if C-Rock is in critical condition

Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
I'm determined to retaliate in a big way for this attack on C-Rock

'Cause I'm a criminal way before the rap shit
I've been involved in criminal activity long before my music career

Bust the gat shit, Puff won't even know what happened
I'll use my gun without anyone knowing and Puff Daddy won't have any knowledge of the incident

If it's done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi
If I do it right, I can use a silencer on my gun

Stash in the hooptie, my alibi, any cutie
I'll stash my gun in the car and have a good-looking girl as my alibi

With a booty that done fuck Big Pop
It would be better if the girl has a nice body and has had sex with a famous rapper named Biggie Smalls

Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock
I can't stop thinking about C-Rock and my mind is racing with thoughts

Somebody got to die
Someone must die as a result of this situation

If I go, you got to go
If I'm in danger, then anyone involved in this altercation is also in danger

Let the gunshots blow
There will be gunshots fired in retaliation

Nobody got to know
No one needs to find out about what happened

That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
I will eliminate you without anyone knowing

Uh, fillin' clips, he explained our situation
He explains our situation while we load our guns

Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
He explains it very clearly so that we understand exactly what we'll be dealing with

"Some kid named Jason in a Honda station wagon
He gives me the name of the person we'll be targeting

Was braggin' about how much loot and crack he stackin'
This person has been boasting about how much money and drugs he has

Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
C-Rock has a lot of power, so a group was formed around him

A small crew, 'round the time I was locked up with you"
It's a small group of people, around the time we were both in prison

"True indeed"
I agree with him

"But, yo, nigga, let me proceed
He continues to explain

Don't fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
We should leave some space in the clips so that the bullets have room to move around

Damn, where was I? Yeah, run out of town, blew the fuck up
He got carried away talking and then returned to his train of thought

D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up
D-Rock returned home while Jason was ambushed

Hit 'em twice, caught 'em right for the Persian white
Jason was shot twice, one bullet hit his Persian white car

Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife)
His family was also attacked, showing how ruthless people can be

He figured Rock set him up, no question
Jason believes that C-Rock was involved in the attack

Wet 'em up no less than 50 shots in his direction"
Jason was shot at with at least 50 bullets

"How many shots?"
I question the amount of shots fired

Man, nigga, I seen mad holes"
There were many bullet holes left in the aftermath

"What kinda gats?"
I ask what kind of guns were used

"Hitchlinks, Kochs and Calicos"
He lists the guns that were used

But fuck that
But we don't care about that now

I know where all them niggas rest at
I know where all of these guys live

In the buildin' hustlin' and they don't be strapped
These guys are in a building selling drugs and they won't be prepared for us

Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
Our ride is waiting for us downstairs with Supreme and Black already in the car

Find a bag to put the guns in and come on if you're comin'
We need to find a bag to put the guns in and leave if we're ready

Exchange hugs and pounds before the throw down
We hug and give each other fist bumps before the fight begins

How it's gon' go down
We discuss how the fight is going to happen

Lay these niggas low-down
We're going to make sure these guys never get back up

"Slow down, uh, fuck all that plannin' shit
Someone tells us to slow down and that we don't need to plan everything out

Run up in they cribs and make them cats abandon ship
We should invade their homes and make them flee

See niggas like you do ten year bids
People like us go to prison for ten years if we're caught

Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
They might miss their target and end up killing innocent children

Not I
I won't do that

One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
My only focus is on Jason

Ain't no slugs gon' be wasted
I won't waste any bullets

Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I savor the thought of getting my revenge

I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
I'm excited to shoot him in the hip

"Pass the chocolate, Thai"
Someone passes me a piece of chocolate

Sing ain't lie
Sing was telling the truth about Jason's location

There's Jason with his back to me
Jason is standing with his back to me

Talkin' to his faculty
He's chatting with his group

I start to get a funny feeling
I start to feel uneasy

Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
I put on my mask in case his friends start talking

Scream his name out (ayo, playboy)
I call out his name to get his attention

Squeeze six, nothin' shorter
I shoot six bullets, nothing less

Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter
Jason turned around holding his daughter in his arms