You're now tuned into the muh' [bad word] greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and [bad word] your shoulder off [bad word] 
I got you, yeah

[Hook]
If you feeling like a pimp, [bad word]  go and [bad word] your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and [bad word] your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

[Verse 1]
I probably owe it to y'all, probably be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things that go with the Porsche
Feeling no remorse, feeling like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, [bad word]  gripping my balls
Said the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screaming
All the ballers is bouncing, they like the way I be leaning
All the rappers be hating off the track that I'm making
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 pops
 [bad word] London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like [bad word] back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I [bad word] it back [bad word] cause I'm straight with the Roc

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, trying to get me a Rover
Trying to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like, 52 [bad word] out when I'm through dealing
Now 52 [bad word] out, now you feel 'em
Now, 52 cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case 52 [bad word] out, now you chilling
With a boss, [bad word] 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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 [bad word] it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that Black Album then I back out it
As the best rapper alive, [bad word] ask about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys
From O's to opposite of Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for selling 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 [bad word] it off for me?