A P.G. Boy

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Bridge] 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) [Hook 3] 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