A remix I did to "An eye for an eye" by Mobb Deep feat. Nas and Raekwon
Keepin it old school, not that commercial bullshit you hear now.

Lyrics:
Suburban kingpin – single malt scotch or bourbon sippin
2 tone drippin, 2 phones getting
20 calls every hour, got some green and some powder
Assorted X pills, drank, plus i'm growin poppy flowers
10 cameras outside, watchin every angle
The premises secure, but you still feel the danger
M.E.G can bust in at any given second
But you ain’t dumb, all you got is registered weapons
Product in 1 crib, cash in the other one
Nothin in your name, everything’s up in your mothers cuz
You ain’t filed taxes, and you ain’t at all flashy
You coula pushed the Benzo, instead you rock the Camry
Cool with all your neighbors, no traffic at the residence
Keep a padlocked safe, full of dead presidents
Eatin out at Bob Chinn’s, Last night you got bent
Glenlivet 25, the only sign you flossin
You get Double crossed, and it’s time to take action
Strapped to the teeth, knock on the door askin
If PIerre at home, he ain’t a kid, the dude grown
Barge in the fuckers room put a pistol to his dome
Pissin in his pants, pussy nigga come from France
now we Shootin at his feet, time to make his ass dance
Like Tommy DeSimone and that bartender spider
Pour gas on his ass and light Pierre up on fire
Like I said, I got what you need
X beans, killa trees, cocaina, GHB, that shit from poppy seeds
Ringin bells, instill fear like Tupac’s name
We ain’t fightin crime, we ain’t the Boondock Saints
But 2 glocks bang, say a prayer, and I swear
Your ass getting laid out, like a rug thats made of bears
I fuckin dare, you to make any move youd like to
In spite, do, insane things kinda like some Psychos
Psycho you, out, make you think I ain’t comin I will
Surprise, im out for blood mothafucka time to kill
Cats turn to rats, quick to flip, and then you clip them
No need to get your hands dirty, deploy all the hitmen
like chips and guacamole, the S man is dippin
this is the insight into the life of a suburban kingpin

Suburban Kingpin (an eye for an eye remix)

What's goin on? Dot OZ feat. P Sherg

Lyrics -

I Got all types of links -
Sausage for the breakfast, Cuban on my necklace,
my partners all connected
Relentless -
Attack methods, slap half steppers, 
check the track record.
Kingpin was the shit last September
back with Edward
Black shoes, Fresh Calvin Sweaters
Italian leathers, medallion on my vest
stackin up some cheddar 
crack packs of zombie dust, and royal brat
soil packed, nutrient stack. doobie fat
in rap circles i'm the looniest cat
My goonies is strapped, in boonies and khak's
the loogies i spat 
in cyphers had cats remove they caps
amazed with slang, style, and rhymes that bang POW
Yeah it's PS how ya like me now
enticing sounds
round for round
pound for pound
the baddest in ya town
slap cats who act like they bad, and deserve the crown
The word is out, ya heard it now
strike ya nerve n serve my sound
Sherg'll murder any cat ya heard of on a verse - KABLOW

Links

*LYRICS*
(INTRO)
Yo what's up it's P Sherg from Soundcloud
BUM BUM BUM (Repeat)
Shouts to HITTMAN Shouts to Dr. Dre
I'm actually puttin out a mixtape in the near future
Just fuck with me just hold on 
Just pump the brakes mothafucka hold on
Just doin this for the sport, just some verbal exercise
It's ya boy
Or maybe i'm not ya boy
IONNO
fuck with me


(VERSE)
My flow mega ill
pop a couple benadryl
Get drowsy i'm still rowdy hoppin outa left field
In a Audi, chrome wheels
BBS's mesh grill
B5 S4 Bad 
Look mad smooh ain't it jack?
Nogaro Blue / Hollow cats
Blue suede / 8 on the tach
Built the heads, valvetrain worth a balmain dress
My style and campaign chess
pop some champagne, lets
Roll the sess, blessed. 
back up in the Chi from the west
Take some time and just guess
on what i'm bout to do next
I get nude off of dust and crash ya honeymoon kids
He's the funny dude
Blunted too
The last one i wanna run into
the odds of robbin you are one in two
He's tearing all the clubs up and he run em too
I swear to god - there's not a fucking thing he wouldn't do
I'm passin by drinking 4 lokos in a gold volvo
Just got done stealing a Go Pro/ tote the 4 4
Bumpin Africa by Toto On the phone with Todo
Meet me at the local
bar it's goin down - they got 2 dollar drinks
What the fuck you think? hell yeah we about to swim
UP IN THE ALCOHOL - Word to Kendrick
I might sippin on some Gin 
Bombay or the Hendricks
Now gimmie Tanqueray 
I'm comin out from San Jose
Jump up in the cypher throw a fuckin hand grenade 
P Sherg is jus a person that these cats cannot contain
I'm driving on the interstate swerving switching lanes
I'm sorta psycho - piss drunk on motorcycles
Holding rifles. High - I tower like the Eiffel 
I said i'm sippin out these dixie cups
50 bucks says you can catch me doin 60 plus
When i'm driving
Plus the kid steady hittin blunts
The whole thing nigga 
I ain't trying to hit it once
Look in the mirror - Seen the cops lights is on I ain't stoppin
I'm bout to take flight on those 
hoes like gone in 60 seconds 
WOAH

BUM BUM BUM
BUM BUM BUM

YEAH
(Laughter)
yeah
I hope you like that shit
I hope you do
And if you don't - you can suck a big ol dick mothafucka
(laughter)

Gone in 60 seconds

Timber (Smokin Joint)

Old school hip hop and rap
#returntothegoldenageofhiphop

P Sherg

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