"Dirt Off Your Shoulder" by Jay-Z

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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 

[Verse One] 
I probably owe it to y'all, probably 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, nigga grippin ma balls
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 Pops 
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 out, now you feel 'em 
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling 
In case fifty-two bras 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 
paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean 
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real 
Jigga.

[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 ask 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] 

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Best rapper alive, best rapper alive