A P.G. Boy - Substantial

Born and raised in P.G.C.

where being me was easily

The hardest thing I had to do.

Knuckles stayed black and blue

And if your gear wasn’t in style knuckas they would laugh at you

Booking dames with game but if you’re lame youngins' is smacking you

(Down there) I’ve seen it all from robbery to murder

And all my dogs be using slang you probably never heard of

Bush is slang for bullshit, the irony

That it shares it name with the same suckers that lie to me

Beat is on some O.G.

shit the perfect grove to ride with me

P.G.

vs. D.C. was like constant sibling rivalry

We’re all family through the positive and negative

These wars in our streets repetively take our relatives see…

P.G.

at it’s worse can eat alive a family

I’m lucky just to share this verse surviving the insanity

These eyes have seen some things that most people could never stand to see

That killed a little boy and brought alive the man in me

This is for Landover, Cheverly, Forestville, Suitland

C.H., D.H., whatever hood you in

Hyattsville, Mitchellville, New Carrolton, Largo

And everywhere else in between youngin' yall know

From the average Joe or folks that’s rapping and sing

To the local Go-Go bands and bamas clapping them things

Before my ass moved to the County of Kings

I was a Prince George’s Boy just doing my thing

I’m from the home of cats like Sugar Ray Leonard and Martin Lawrence

Where I first picked up a microphone ready to rip opponents

Where fools be ditching school for a truckload of wings and mambo

And movies like menace had the whole hood thinking they’re gun-ho

Some know, but don’t have a clue how we do

Rappers borrowing our slang and try to use it like it’s new

But we’ve been calling bamas young since the days of old

When you didn’t get shot maybe your face got stole

If you’re never on the map then you’re forever in my heart

Regardless where I end up at P.G.'s where I got my start

Where every hood I lived didn’t respect me until I fought

And a bad one’s what they caught if «He's pussy» is what you thought

Same youngin' that did karate and stayed drawing and rapping

Rather go to your body than get involved with some clapping

Never thought I was Gangsta but I’m real without a doubt

Dudes be joning on your mama ‘til you steal them in the mouth

This is for Marlow Heights, Bladensburg, Laurel

O.H., T.H., wherever you call home

Upper Marlboro, Greenbelt, College Park, Lanham

And everywhere else in between youngin' stand up

From the average Joe or folks that’s rapping and sing

To the local Go-Go bands and bamas clapping them things

Before my ass moved to the County of Kings

I was a Prince George’s Boy just doing my thing

They use to tell me «Stan dog you gotta spit that realness»

Long before other brothers did it for a deal shit

But I never killed shit at all maybe steal from a mall

Getting draws from a youngin' that I chilled with

Battle rhyming wasn’t popping in my hood like that

They didn’t hate though ‘cause little youngin' could write raps

Got serious with while living on Brightseat Road

I became known for choosing unlikely goals

But we gotta make the most of these lives we chose

All the shit I saw in MD help me write these flows

Not as wild as I use to be wifey knows

Young, dumb and full of cum could barely wipe my nose

Seen them all from righteous queens to trifling hoes

Fronted on ya boy Stan ‘cause they ain’t like his clothes

Was a nice guy so why come they spite me fo'

Oh yeah didn’t have that hundred dollar Nike doe

Acting bougie ‘cause their fam moved from South East to Bowie

Or Landover to Fort Wash. our rents less than their door knob

Even broke with no job they watched this youngin' go hard

Wherever I rest I’m holding down home like Coast Guards

Ohhh M-D (I can’t hear you)

Ohhh M-D (I know that’s right)

Ohhh P-G (you better let them know)

Ohhh P-G (alright now)

To my people in Seabrook, Bowie, Greenbelt, Morningside

Ft.

Wash, Langley Park any where you reside

Clinton, Adelphi, Brandywine, Brentwood

P.G.'s in the muthafuckin' building don’t it feel good

From the average Joe, folks, that’s rapping or sing

To the local Go-Go bands and bamas clapping them things

Before my ass moved to the County of Kings

I was a Prince George’s just doing my thing