Dirt Off Your Shoulder

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Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off *******
I got you , yeah
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
If you feelin like a pimp *******, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
*******z is crazy baby, dont forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
[Verse One]
I probably owe it to yall, 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 law, ******* gripn my *******
All 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 Im 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
******* London, Japan and Im straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, Im straight off the block
I can run it back ******* cause Im 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 smokersll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when Im, Im through dealin
Now fifty-two bars come out, 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 ******* 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, Im 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
Im the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I aint gotta clap at em, *******z scared of that black
I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it
As the best rapper alive ******* ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys
The Os to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day
Im like a young Marvin in his hey
Im a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?
[Chorus + Chorus Two]
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Best rapper alive, best rapper alive