Jay-Z - Dirt Off Your Shoulder lyrics

Album: The Black Album (2003)

You are now tuned into the muh´f*ckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go & brush your shoulder off nigga
I got you, yea

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go & brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go & 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, 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 am 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 am 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 & I am straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I am straight off the block
I can run it back nigga cause I am straight with the Roc

[Chorus]

[Chorus Two]
You´ve got to get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You´ve got to get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You´ve got to get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You´ve got to 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 am, I am 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 am a grown-up for real

[Chorus] + [Chorus Two]

[Verse Three]
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me & my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that ´Bach
I am the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I aint have got to 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´ve got to pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day
I am like a young Marvin in his hey´
I am a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?

[Chorus] + [Chorus Two]

You are now tuned into the muh´f*ckin greatest

Best rapper alive, best rapper alive

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