[Intro]
Wussup whatchu` be about nigga?
[Verse 1: EC Illa]
For about as long (long) as I can remember...
From January on (on) through to December...
Motherfuckas in Chi-Town been bangin
They had they little blocks and you could find `em all hangin`
The year was eighty-one del plains to broadway, Vicelord`s and Eagle`s
Scrappin in broad day, I heard this broad say call the cops
They swingin bats and chains, and they throwin rocks
And that was as bad as it got back then
Noone was servin` blows, pullin` glocks or mac-10`s
So I kept to myself amongst the pimpin` and hoin`
Gang population consistantly growin
Years went by, that shit got tight
Half my homies went left and the other` half right
Despite all the past, they heads got swole
And with the increase in age came the loss of control
We all knew betta` but some didn`t care
Like, fuck tha next man I`ma get my fair share
And with that came the shootin and sellin
And in the grade-school hallways you could hear em all yellin` (uh)
[Hook - repeat 2X]
Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?
Some, some dudes are People, Some dudes are Folks
[Verse 2: EC Illa]
Now age 16 had came and everyone had dropped out
And as far as beef goes, getting knocked out
Was coo `cause you could have got shanked, or blasted
In chi-town the gang bangin all had been mastered
At last it was all just too far gone
The year was 89 and it would`nt be long
`Til shit got as bad as it could get
Cause with no conscience yo there`s no regret
False flaggin techniques, were being perfected
And fist to fist combat, had long been neglected
Infected by the plague, of crazy ass shorty`s
Doing more dirt than men, in their thirty`s and forty`s
The more these kids did, the more they wanted to do
And if you got to catch a slug, hope that it`s a twenty-two
Cause survivin` now`days is a task, so you best know what to tell `em when
they ask...
[Hook - repeat 2X]
Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?
Some, some dudes are People, Some dudes are Folks
[Verse 3: EC Illa]
Now the present day is in effect and I can`t walk down the street
Without some type of shit to put marks in retreat
Cause these set`s got the addicts, actin dramatic
And in the summer time, yo it`s even more spurradic
Cause heat makes marks straight tameless (uh)
Cnd all thing`s considered shit`s gettin outrageous
New set`s poppin up like every other day
Motherfuckas claimin shit, cause they know no other way
Second flip this sign, or hear a poppin sound
I`m like I can`t throw it up, let alone throw it down
I done lost track on who`s who and what`s what
So to simplify shit, I be layin in the cut
While my homie`s out raisin hell cappin shit
I`m creatin it my rest with this rappin` shit
But if you thinkin` you can hide than you dreamin
`Cause just chillin in my crib I can still hear `em screamin`
[Hook - repeat 2X]
Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?
Some, some dudes are People, Some dudes are Folks
[Outro]
Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?
Project Latin King`s... Big Ole` P`s
Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?
GD `til the world blow up like Oklahoma Nigga
Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?
Traveler TVL... Traveler Vice Lord`s!
Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?
Maniac Latin Disciple Motherfucka... Maniac Sypo!
Whatcha be about?
I`m a BlackStone
Whatcha be about?
Warlord Cobra Baby, Warlord Cobra Crazy, You didn`t know?
Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?
4CH Nigga!... Four Corner Hustla, I`m a Four Corner Hustla!
Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?
I`m a Almighty Latin Eagle Crazy that`s what I am (ahh-ahh!)
Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?
Insane to da brain, Unknown to da bone.
Whatcha be about?
I`m a motherfuckin Almighty Imperial Gangster... IG`s what!
Wussup PR Stones, Amor de Piedra nigga!
OA Crazy foo... AG, All Good
OI
Insane Land Bruh
I`m a SD, Satan Disciple... Big Ole D
I`m a Future Spanish Lord dawg, You know what I`m sayin?
I`m a fuckin Simon City Royal Nigga
(What ah y`all?)
2-6 Nigga!
Duece Luv!
