E.C. Illa Lyrics

Album: Unknown

What You Be About

For about as long, as I can remember

 From January on, through to december 

 Motherfuckers in chi town been bangin 

 They had they little blocks and you could find 'em all hangin 

 

 The year was eighty-one, del plains and broadway 

 Vicelords and eagles, strappin in broad day 

 I heard this braud 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 mack tens 

 So I kept to myself amongst the pimpin, and hoein 

 Gang population consistantly growin 

 

 Years went by and that shit got tight 

 Half my homies went left and the other half right 

 Despite all the past, they heads got swoll 

 And with the increasin age came the loss of control 

 

 We all knew better, but some didnt care 

 Like 'Fuck the next man ima get my fair share' 

 And with that came the shootin and sellin 

 and in the grade school hallways you could always hear 'em yellin 

 

 Chorus: 

 What you be about, What you be about 

 Some choose the people, some choose the folks 

 What you be about, What you be about 

 Some choose the people, some choose the folks 

 

 Now age 16 came and everyone had dropped out 

 And as far as beef goes, getting knocked out 

 Was cool, cuz you coulda got shanked, or blasted 

 In Chi town the gangbangin art had been mastered 

 

 At last it was just too far gone 

 The year was eighty-nine and it wouldnt be long 

 Till shit got as bad as it could get 

 Cuz wit no conscience, theres no regret 

 

 False flaggin techniques, were bein perfected 

 And fist to fist combat had long been neglected 

 Infected by the plague, of crazy ass shortys 

 Doin more dirt than men in their 30's and 40's 

 

 The more these kids did, the more they wanted to do 

 And if you got to catch a slug hope that its a twenty-two 

 Cuz survivin nowadays is a task 

 So you best know what to tell them when they ask 

 

 Chorus 

 

 Now the present day is in effect and I cant walk down the street 

 Without some type of shit to put walks in retreat 

 Cuz these sets got the addicts acting dramatic 

 And in the summer time its even more sparatic 

 

 Cuz heat makes marks straight tameless 

 And all things considered, shits gettin outrageous 

 New sets poppin up like everyother day 

 Motherfuckers claimin shit cuz they know no other way 

 

 Sayin either flip this sighn, or hear a poppin sound 

 Im like I cant throw it up let alone throw it down 

 I done lost track on whos who and whats what 

 So to simplify shit I be layin in the cut 

 

 While my homies out there raisin hell cappin shit 

 Im creatin it my best wit this rappin shit 

 But if you think that you can hide then you dreamin 

 Cuz just chillin in my crib I can still hear 'em screamin 

 

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