You`re now tuned into the
muh`fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the
headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your
shoulder off nigga
I got you, yeah
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go
and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush
your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don`t forget
that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your
shoulder |
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[Verse One]
I probably owe it to y`all, proud to be locked
by the force
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the
Porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was
forced
Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grip I`m a
boss
Stab the ladies they love me, from the
bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I
be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that
I`m makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see
one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of
the pots
Nigga London, Japan and I`m straight off the
block
Like a running back, get it man, I`m straight
off the block
I can run it back nigga cause I`m straight with
the Roc
[Chorus]
[Chorus Two]
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
[Verse Two]
Your homey Hov` in position, in the kitchen
with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a
Rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler,
yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them
smokers`ll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when I`m, I`m through
dealin
Now fifty-two bars come it, now you feel
`em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove
ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you
chillin
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the
sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers
is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I`m a grown-up for
real
[Chorus + Chorus Two]
[Verse Three]
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back
on the map
Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of
that `Bach
I`m the realest that run it, I just happen to
rap
I ain`t gotta clap at `em, niggaz scared of
that black
I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out
it
As the best rapper alive nigga axe about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to
Grammys
The O`s to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden
in a day
I`m like a young Marvin in his hey`
I`m a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush
it off for me
[Chorus + Chorus Two]
You`re now tuned into the muh`fuckin
greatest
Best rapper alive, best rapper
alive
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