| Song | Dedicated |
| Artist | Das EFX |
| Album | Hold It Down |
| Intro/chorus： | |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high | |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly | |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas runnin game | |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the chicks that do the same | |
| Verse 1: dray, skoob | |
| 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 whatta you wanna fuck around and get silly | |
| Really? we're on the road again just like willie | |
| Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya | |
| Anoy ya when i spill the beans like lawyer | |
| I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls | |
| I guess you must be ready to die like biggie smalls | |
| Diggity 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 the name kid, style reign | |
| Puttin mc's thru style change | |
| And if you want me then you got to come get me | |
| I'm strictly fuckin niggas up like 1-50- | |
| 1, two rum shots chased precise | |
| Two gun shots but it's sheisty, they wanna ice | |
| Thinkin i might beat the hurt, i'm not him | |
| And i'ma get paid and fool like rakim | |
| Chorus (x2) | |
| Verse 2: dray, skoob | |
| 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 | |
| Niggas with the runnin mile, your time's runnin out | |
| I make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out | |
| Actin fly, jack passed me by | |
| Mmmah - you can kiss that black ass goodbye | |
| No lie, see i fry your crew til they sizzle | |
| Fizzle, you know the sewer style is unbizzle | |
| Bull take a pull, lift your floor money pack | |
| Backs before i put a whoopin on that ass | |
| Ya not get the bones, split the el, stuff it well | |
| Niggas bullshittin wonder how the fuck it sell | |
| Now dig it, me and my man we came wit it | |
| We snuffin motherfuckers out the way and like riddick | |
| Admit it, i'm right to rough so tighten up | |
| I'm audi for them niggas actin rowdy, lightin blunts, what? | |
| Chorus (x4) | |
| To all the niggas gettin high | |
| Dedicated to all the bitches actin fly | |
| Dedicated to all the niggas runnin game | |
| Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same | |
| Dedicated to all the niggas gettin high | |
| To all the bitches actin fly | |
| Dedicated to all the niggas who on the game kid | |
| Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same | |
| *shout outs* |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high | |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly | |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas runnin game | |
| Dedicated dedicated to all the chicks that do the same | |
| Verse 1: dray, skoob | |
| 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 whatta you wanna fuck around and get silly | |
| Really? we' re on the road again just like willie | |
| Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya | |
| Anoy ya when i spill the beans like lawyer | |
| I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls | |
| I guess you must be ready to die like biggie smalls | |
| Diggity 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 the name kid, style reign | |
| Puttin mc' s thru style change | |
| And if you want me then you got to come get me | |
| I' m strictly fuckin niggas up like 150 | |
| 1, two rum shots chased precise | |
| Two gun shots but it' s sheisty, they wanna ice | |
| Thinkin i might beat the hurt, i' m not him | |
| And i' ma get paid and fool like rakim | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Verse 2: dray, skoob | |
| 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 | |
| Niggas with the runnin mile, your time' s runnin out | |
| I make it happen, niggas slackin, son they dumbin out | |
| Actin fly, jack passed me by | |
| Mmmah you can kiss that black ass goodbye | |
| No lie, see i fry your crew til they sizzle | |
| Fizzle, you know the sewer style is unbizzle | |
| Bull take a pull, lift your floor money pack | |
| Backs before i put a whoopin on that ass | |
| Ya not get the bones, split the el, stuff it well | |
| Niggas bullshittin wonder how the fuck it sell | |
| Now dig it, me and my man we came wit it | |
| We snuffin motherfuckers out the way and like riddick | |
| Admit it, i' m right to rough so tighten up | |
| I' m audi for them niggas actin rowdy, lightin blunts, what? | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| To all the niggas gettin high | |
| Dedicated to all the bitches actin fly | |
| Dedicated to all the niggas runnin game | |
| Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same | |
| Dedicated to all the niggas gettin high | |
| To all the bitches actin fly | |
| Dedicated to all the niggas who on the game kid | |
| Dedicated to all the chicks that do the same | |
| shout outs |