Artist: E.C. Illa (a.k.a. White Folks) Album: Illa LP/E.C. Illa Underground Classics Song: What You Be About Typed by: Maniac_Latin_Disciple@hotmail.com [Intro] Wussup whatchu' be about nigga? [Verse 1L EC Illa] 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 del plain to 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'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' [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 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) 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' [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 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 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 mothafuckin Almighty Imperial Gangster... IG's what! Wasup 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 Royal! 2-6 Nigga! Deuce Luv!