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JAY-Z DIRT OFF YOUR SHOULDERYou're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatestTurn the music up in the headphonesTim, you can go and brush your shoulder off niggaI got you, yeah[Chorus: Jay-Z]If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders offLadies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders offNiggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told youGet, that, dirt off your shoulder[Verse One]I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the forceTryin to hustle some things, that go with the PorscheFeelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forcedMiddle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my ballsAll the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screaminAll the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leaninAll the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makinBut all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make itCame from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the potsNigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the blockLike a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the blockI can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc[Chorus][Chorus Two]You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder[Verse Two]Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with sodaI just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a RoverTryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessirKeep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test yaBut like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealinNow fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'emNow, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceilingIn case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillinwith a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeveAt the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screenI paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is cleanNo 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 mapMe and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'BachI'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rapI ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggaz scared of that blackI drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out itAs the best rapper alive nigga ask about meFrom Bricks to Billboards, from grams to GrammysThe O's to opposite, Orphan AnnieYou gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a dayI'm like a young Marvin in his hey'I'm a hustler homey, you a customer cronyGot some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?[Chorus + Chorus Two]You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatestBest rapper alive, best rapper alive