What You Be About? Songtext / Lyric

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



[Chorus]