Lyrics:

You're now tuned into the muh'f*ckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off,
I got you, yeah

If you feeling like a pimp, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
N*ggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder

I probably owe it to y'all, probably 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, grippin' my balls

Said 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 of the bottom, to the top of the pops
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, 'cause I'm straight with the Roc

If you feeling like a pimp, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
N*ggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you
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
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

Your homie 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, 52 cards went out, I'm through dealin'
Now 52 bars come out, now you feel 'em
Now 52 cars roll out, remove ceilin'
In case 52 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'm a grown-up for real

If you feeling like a pimp, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
N*ggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you
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
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

Your boy back in the building; Brooklyn, we back on the map
Me and my beautiful bee-itch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest to run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, scared of that black
I drop that Black Album, then I back out it
As the best rapper alive, ask 'bout me

From bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammy's
From O's to opposite of 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, homie, you a customer crony
Got some dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?

If you feeling like a pimp, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
N*ggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you
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
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder

You're now tuned into the mu'fuckin' greatest
Best rapper alive, best rapper alive