Dirt Off Your Shoulder / Lying From You (Live) Songtext / Lyric

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Tim, you can go and brush your shoulders off nigga'

I got you, yeah



If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy who told you

Get, that, dirt off your shoulder






I probably owe it to y'all, proud to 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 I'm makin'

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

Nigga, 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 nigga' cause I'm straight with the Roc



If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

Niggas 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 homey Hove 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, yes-sir

Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya

But like, fifty-two cards went out, I'm through dealin'

Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em

Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling

In case fifty-two 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 feelin' like a pimp nigga', go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

Niggas 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 Bey-itch 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, nigga's scared of that black

I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it

As the best rapper alive nigga akse 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 homie

You a customer, crony



Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?

If you feelin' like a pimp nigga', go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off

Nigga's 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

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