Somebody
B.E.T.A Lyrics
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Uh, uh
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops)
I'm interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Its a face that I seen before
My nigga Sing, he used to sling on the 16th floor
Check it
I look deeper, I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful, "Is he in critical?"
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
'Cause I'm a criminal way before the rap shit
Bust the gat shit, Puff won't even know what happened
If it's done smoothly, silencers on the Uzi
Stash in the hooptie, my alibi, any cutie
With a booty that done fuck Big Pop
Head spinnin', reminiscin' 'bout my man C-Rock
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Uh, fillin' clips, he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
"Some kid named Jason in a Honda station wagon
Was braggin' about how much loot and crack he stackin'
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
A small crew, 'round the time I was locked up with you"
"True indeed"
"But, yo, nigga, let me proceed
Don't fill them clips too high, give them bullets room to breathe
Damn, where was I? Yeah, run out of town, blew the fuck up
D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit 'em twice, caught 'em right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife (niggas is trife)
He figured Rock set him up, no question
Wet 'em up no less than 50 shots in his direction"
"How many shots?"
Man, nigga, I seen mad holes"
"What kinda gats?"
"Hitchlinks, Kochs and Calicos"
But fuck that
I know where all them niggas rest at
In the buildin' hustlin' and they don't be strapped
Supreme and Black is downstairs, the engine runnin'
Find a bag to put the guns in and come on if you're comin'
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Uh, exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How it's gon' go down
Lay these niggas low-down
"Slow down, uh, fuck all that plannin' shit
Run up in they cribs and make them cats abandon ship"
See niggas like you do ten year bids
Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
Not I
One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
Ain't no slugs gon' be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
"Pass the chocolate, Thai"
Sing ain't lie
There's Jason with his back to me
Talkin' to his faculty
I start to get a funny feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin'
Scream his name out (ayo, playboy)
Squeeze six, nothin' shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter
The lyrics to B.E.T.A's song "Somebody" are a narrative about a criminal's revenge plot against those who have wronged him. The first verse starts with the singer dreaming about wealth and success in the music industry, but this dream is interrupted by his friend Sing, who has just come from the scene of a shooting. C-Rock, a mutual friend, has been critically injured, and the singer decides he must seek revenge. In the chorus, he states that "somebody's gotta die," and this continues to be the theme throughout the song.
The second verse provides more context for the situation. Sing explains to the singer that a man named Jason had been bragging about his wealth and connections to drugs, and that C-Rock and his crew had formed an alliance with him. However, Jason had turned on them and set them up to be attacked. C-Rock was critically injured and Jason had fled. Sing and the singer plan their revenge and head to the building where Jason and his associates are located. In the third verse, the singer describes the plan to take out Jason and his crew, which involves breaking into their apartments and surprise attacking them.
The song is a commentary on a life of crime and the consequences that come with it. The singer, despite his thirst for revenge, knows that his actions will have serious repercussions. The song captures the sense of violence and danger that often comes with a life of crime, but also the loyalty and camaraderie that exists between criminals.
Line by Line Meaning
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
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Carlos Broady, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Anthony Hester, Nashiem Myrick
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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