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You're now tuned into the muh'******* greatest |
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Turn the music up in the headphones |
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Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off ******* |
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I got you, yeah |
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[Chorus: Jay-Z] |
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If you feelin like a pimp *******, go and brush your shoulders off |
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Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off |
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*******z is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you |
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Get, that, dirt off your shoulder |
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[Verse One] |
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I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force |
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Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche |
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Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced |
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Middle finger to the law, ******* grip'n my ******* |
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All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin |
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All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin |
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All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin |
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But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it |
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Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots |
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******* London, Japan and I'm straight off the block |
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Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block |
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I can run it back ******* cause I'm straight with the Roc |
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[Chorus] |
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[Chorus Two] |
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You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder |
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You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder |
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You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder |
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You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder |
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[Verse Two] |
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Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda |
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I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover |
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Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir |
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Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya |
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But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin |
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Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em |
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Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling |
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In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin |
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with a boss ******* of course S.C. on the sleeve |
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At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen |
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I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean |
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No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real |
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[Chorus + Chorus Two] |
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[Verse Three] |
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Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map |
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Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach |
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I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap |
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I ain't gotta clap at 'em, *******z scared of that black |
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I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it |
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As the best rapper alive ******* ask about me |
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From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys |
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The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie |
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You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day |
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I'm like a young Marvin in his hey' |
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I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony |
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Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me? |
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[Chorus + Chorus Two] |
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You're now tuned into the muh'******* greatest |
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Best rapper alive, best rapper alive |
