Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
[Verse Three]

[Chorus + Chorus Two]

No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
Now fifty-two bars come it, now you feel 'em
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
[Verse 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

[Chorus Two]

[Chorus]
I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
Stab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
Middle finger to the LAW, nigga grip I'm a boss
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force

[Verse One]
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
If you feelin like a gimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
I got you, yeah
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga
Turn the music up in the headphones
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatest
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 aks' 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]

You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatest

Best rapper alive, best rapper alive