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Dedicated
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Dedicated was released on September 26, 1995 by Atlantic Records as a part of the album Hold It Down
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Release DateSeptember 26, 1995
LabelAtlantic Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Das EFX
Das EFX
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Weston
Andre Weston
Songwriter
Klark Kent
Klark Kent
Songwriter
Richard Steacker
Richard Steacker
Songwriter
Willie Hines
Willie Hines
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Klark Kent
Klark Kent
Producer

Lyrics

Dedicated, dedicated, dedicated
Dedicated to all the **** gettin' high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin' fly
Dedicated to all the **** runnin' game
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Yo, well, if the honeys think I'm stuck up
I tell 'em shut the fuck up
And you can get'cha man, I bet a grand he gettin' broke up
So what up?
Who wanna fuck around and get silly?
Really?
We on the road again, just like Willie Nelson
So what the hell, son, no bore you
Annoy you when I spill the beans like lawyer
I saw you, try to pick my style, get the balls
I guess you must be ready to die like Biggie Smalls
Good heavens
It all started in the projects like the Evans
But fuck the good times, we packin' weapons
Want the fortune and the fame, kid
You know name the, kid, style reign
Puttin' MCs through staff change
And if you want me then you got to come get some
I'm strictly fuckin' **** up like one-fifty
One, ****, two rum shots chased precise
Two gun shots but it's sheisty, they wanna ice
Thinkin' I might be the herb, I'm not him
And I'ma get paid in full like Rakim
Dedicated to all the **** gettin' high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin' fly
Dedicated to all the **** runnin' game
Dedicated to all the chicks who do the same
Dedicated to all the **** gettin' high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin' fly
Dedicated to all the **** runnin' game
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Well here I come, word
Yo, this be my third release
I never let the honeys and the moneys get me geese, peace
To the crews payin' dues in the background
How my rap sound?
Yo, boogie banger, bring it back now
**** with the runnin' mouth
Your times runnin' out
I make it happen, **** slackin', son, they dumbin' out
Actin' fly, Jack passed me by
Muah, you can kiss that black ass goodbye
No lie, see, I fry your crew till they sizzle
Fizzle, you know the sewer style is invizzle
Bull take a pull, lift your full money pass
Fast, before I put a whoopin' on that ass
Then I get the bone, split the L, stuff it well
**** bullshittin', wonder how the fuck it sell
Now dig it, me and my man, we ain't with it
We snuffin' motherfuckers at the weigh-in like Riddick
Admit, I'm right to rough, so tighten up
I'm audi for them **** actin' rowdy, lightin' blunts, what?
Dedicated to all the **** gettin' high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin' fly
Dedicated to all the **** runnin' game
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Dedicated to all the **** gettin' high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin' fly
Dedicated to all the **** runnin' game
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Dedicated to all the **** gettin' high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin' fly
Dedicated to all the **** runnin' game
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
Dedicated to all the **** gettin' high
Dedicated to all the bitches actin' fly
Dedicated to all the **** runnin' game
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same
To all the regular
Dedicated
Dedicated
Dedicated
Dedicated to the fuckin' Hit Squad
Dedicated, dedicated to the young and the restless
Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same (To my whole motherfuckin' crew)
Yo, we out
Written by: Andre Weston, Klark Kent, Richard Steacker, Willie Hines
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