What You Be About? – E.C. Illa – letras

For about as long, as I can rememberFrom January on, through to decemberMotherfuckers in chi town been banginThey had they little blocks and you could find ’em all hanginThe year was eighty-one, del plains and broadwayVicelords and eagles, strappin in broad dayI heard this braud say call the copsThey swingin bats and chains, and they throwin rocksAnd that was as bad as it got back thenNoone was servin blows pullin glocks or mack tensSo I kept to myself amongst the pimpin, and hoeinGang population consistantly growinYears went by and that shit got tightHalf my homies went left and the other half rightDespite all the past, they heads got swollAnd with the increasin age came the loss of controlWe all knew better, but some didnt careLike ‘Fuck the next man ima get my fair share’And with that came the shootin and sellinand in the grade school hallways you could always hear ’em yellin[Chorus:]What you be about, What you be aboutSome choose the people, some choose the folksWhat you be about, What you be aboutSome choose the people, some choose the folksNow age 16 came and everyone had dropped outAnd as far as beef goes, getting knocked outWas cool, cuz you coulda got shanked, or blastedIn Chi town the gangbangin art had been masteredAt last it was just too far goneThe year was eighty-nine and it wouldnt be longTill shit got as bad as it could getCuz wit no conscience, theres no regretFalse flaggin techniques, were bein perfectedAnd fist to fist combat had long been neglectedInfected by the plague, of crazy ass shortysDoin more dirt than men in their 30’s and 40’sThe more these kids did, the more they wanted to doAnd if you got to catch a slug hope that its a twenty-twoCuz survivin nowadays is a taskSo you best know what to tell them when they ask[Chorus]Now the present day is in effect and I cant walk down the streetWithout some type of shit to put walks in retreatCuz these sets got the addicts acting dramaticAnd in the summer time its even more sparaticCuz heat makes marks straight tamelessAnd all things considered, shits gettin outrageousNew sets poppin up like everyother dayMotherfuckers claimin shit cuz they know no other waySayin either flip this sighn, or hear a poppin soundIm like I cant throw it up let alone throw it downI done lost track on whos who and whats whatSo to simplify shit I be layin in the cutWhile my homies out there raisin hell cappin shitIm creatin it my best wit this rappin shitBut if you think that you can hide then you dreaminCuz just chillin in my crib I can still hear ’em screamin[Chorus]