What You Be About?

Wussup whatchu' be about ****?

For about as long (long) as I can remember...

From January on (on) through to December...

Mothafuckas in Chi-Town been bangin

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

The year was eighty-one Belle Plaine and Broadway, Vice Lord'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

No one 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 otha' 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'mma get my fair share

And with that came the shootin and sellin

And in the grade-school hallways you could hear 'em all yellin'

Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?

Some, some dudes are People, Some dudes are Folks

Now age 16 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...

Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?

Some, some dudes are People, Some dudes are Folks

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)

And all thing's considered shit's gettin outrageous

New set's poppin up like every otha day

Mothafuckas claimin shit, cause they know no otha 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'

Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?

Some, some dudes are People, Some dudes are Folks

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 ****

Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?

Traveler TVLN... Traveler Vice Lord's!

Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?

Maniac Latin Disciple Mothafucka... Maniac 'Ciple!

Whatcha be about?

I'm a BlackStone

Whatcha be about?

YLO Cobra baby, YLO Cobra crazy, You didn't know?

Whatcha be about? Whatcha be about?

4CH ****!... 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 mothafuckin Almighty Imperial Gangster... IG's what!

Wasup PR Stones, Amor de Piedra ****!

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 ****

Royal!

2-6 ****!

Deuce Luv!