text: Youre now tuned into the muhfuckin greatest 
  Turn the music up in the headphones 
  Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off, nigga
  I got you, yeah, uhh
  If you feeling like a pimp
  Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
  Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
  Niggas is crazy, baby, dont forget that boy told you
  Get that dirt off your shoulder
  I probably owe it to yall, 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, nigga, 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 Im 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
  Nigga, London, Japan and Im straight off the block
  Like a running back, get it? Man, Im straight off the block
  I can run it back, nigga, ‘cause Im straight with the Roc
  If you feeling like a pimp
  Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
  Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
  Niggas is crazy, baby, dont 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 smokersll test ya
  But, like, 52 cards went out, Im 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, Im a grown-up for real
  If you feeling like a pimp
  Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
  Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
  Niggas is crazy, baby, dont 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
  Im the realest to run it, I just happen to rap
  I aint gotta clap at em, niggas scared of that black
  I drop that Black Album, then I back out it
  As the best rapper alive, nigga, ask bout me
  From bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys
  From Os to opposite of Orphan Annie
  You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day
  Im like a young Marvin in his hey
  Im 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
  Nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
  Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
  Niggas is crazy, baby, dont 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
  Youre now tuned into the mufuckin greatest
  Best rapper alive, best rapper alive