Gangsta Prerogative Daz Dillinger (Ft. Kurupt & Roscoe)

[Intro]
Dilly, Young Gotti, D-P-G
Yeah, what? Baby boy, boy, boy-ah

[Pre-Chorus]
Some say I'm crazy, I really don't care
Gangsta prerogative
Some say I'm lonely, but I don't give a damn, nigga
Packin' heat's just how I live
Some ask me questions, am I for real? (Sho' nuff)
'Cause niggas don't understand me, I give a fuck how I feel
Me and the homies, see we just tryna make a dime
But we don't a shit (Why?), 'cause D.P.G fo' life, nigga

[Chorus]
Everybody's talkin' all this shit about me
Why don't y'all just let me live? (Tell me why)
I don't have no problem, all the hate won't solve 'em
Gangsta prerogative (You know? Bitch), gangsta prerogative

[Kurupt]
We curb serve, I chip curbs, and flip birds
Lay only for the product, pay only for the Coca-Cola
I live by certain rules (Rules), I follow certain guys
Suckers two pistols with pride decide to stay alive
The wrong gear to wear in the wrong places
Seeing the wrong faces, shoes and shoelaces
Daz in the Benzy givin' it up, Scodie in the backseat givin' it up
I'm just a G masher from street to street
Baby boy, I got the weed, got the fo', and the heat, check it
Loco motion in motion, twist the right ingredients
Change the speed into slow motion, baby boy
I'm just a G masher from street to street
Baby boy, I got the weed, got the fo', and the heat, check it
Loco motion in motion, twist the right ingredients
Change the speed into slow motion posted, baby boy