Can’t Tell Me Nothing (R.O.C. Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z, (Beanie Sigel)] R-O-C The official remix! (Roc-A-Fella, muthafucker!) [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] La la la la, wait 'til I get my money right [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] You can't tell me nothing Gangster? I don't buy it - you can't sell me nothing (Nothing) I'm everything you thought I wasn't Now check out how I does it on this K West production (How real is that, nigga?) All your bullshit, I will flush it And I got the paper to wipe that ass Every little song and dance come out, y'all hype that trash (Trash!) And yo, I'm far from a hater (Uh) 'Cause suckers gotta eat too – get y'all paper (I ain't mad at cha) I just can't deal with these fake rappers 'Cause most of these niggas wear they boxers backwards Niggas claim king but can't govern they household Got real niggas doing time from shit they mouth told Why dick-eating niggas always rap with a mouth full? (It's crazy) But you know they don't play with me The realest nigga alive – what can these niggas say to me? Nothing [Hook: Kanye West, with Jeezy adlibs] La la la la, wait 'til I get my money right La la la la, then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Ha ha!) You can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Yeah!) Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing [Verse 2: Freeway] I had a dream that Jay and Dame was back together And in that second, everything was back the same In reality, your boy went to Mecca, came back And said that I would never rap again But I'm back and that's the way the ball bounce A verse is a ounce, a album's a brick – now it's time for trafficking Y'all lame, I am the product, hotter than lava They wonder "How this Roc-A-Fella package came?" First you take a brick of Jay, a brick of 'Ye Couple quarters of Freeway, an ounce of Beans Then you kill 'em with the flow We the reales – even Dontrelle Willis couldn't out the team Yeah! We speak the truth and they believe us Tell FEMA even Hurricane Katrina couldn't out the flames Roc-A-Fella here to stay, we airing out y'all lames 'Free At Last' on the way, so clear 'em out my lane – yeah! [Hook: Kanye West, with Jeezy adlibs] La la la la, wait 'til I get my money right La la la la, then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Ha ha!) You can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Yeah!) Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing [Verse 3: Kanye West, Young Jeezy] Yeah, homie, this a theme song First I get my money right, then I get my team on If I always prayed to have gleam on Three hundred dollar jeans on, do that mean I dream wrong? And I was high as a Learjet Fly as the insect, even though we in debt And it don't matter if I get her number, 'cause – When I get my money right, she gon' come running And I be good, like God with a extra "o" God knows that my check needs some extra O's And you know that you need to bring some extra [--]s Not in jogging pants, either – tell 'em wear some sexy clothes Man, my game so professional, and my chain so fresh, they go... (Ohhh-oh-oh!) "But after the fame, did you gain anything?" "Damn, 'Ye, would you change anything?" Well – If I had a billion dollars... (Yeeeeahhh!) I'd cop more pink Polos and pop those collars Misery love company, her nickname Sorrow My Benz need company, her nickname Tahoe "Wait 'til I get my money" everybody motto So I'mma need a "bravo" for everything that I wrote Yeah – hey, mama, they can't hate 'em 'Cause after all of the drama, K slayed 'em [Hook: Kanye West, with Jeezy adlibs] La la la la, wait 'til I get my money right La la la la, then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Ha ha!) You can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Yeah!) Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing [Verse 4: Uncle Murda] Listen – I ain't worried 'bout shit (Nothing!) It's a Roc-A-Fella/GMG invasion, bitch You hear them niggas talking 'bout me? Ain't that some shit? These niggas is like bitches – they all on my dick They don't want no real G to get in position (They don't!) I opened up the door so all my real niggas could get in (Go 'head!) Roc-A-Fella, Def Jam, GMG – it's on (It's on!) Uncle Murda coming for the motherfucking throne Listen, you could call me the king (The king!) Of New York – you can't front, I'm doing my thing If it wasn't for the chronic and these bad-ass ho's I'd be shooting motherfuckers everywhere I go (No!) Ohh, but the head I be getting got me chilling Got a nigga like, "let me focus on these millions" (1 million, 2 million...) Right? It got me not thinking 'bout these lames They don't really want no beef, they ain't life-threatening (They don't want no beef!) I'm puffing Purple Haze with that Sour Diesel Can't forget that Kush – I'm as high as a eagle And just 'cause I'm high off that marijuana Don't mean I don't see them niggas creeping around the corner They goners! [Hook: Kanye West, with Jeezy adlibs] La la la la, wait 'til I get my money right La la la la, then you can't tell me nothing, right? Excuse me, was you saying something? Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing (Ha ha!) You can't tell me nothing (Yeah! Yeah!) Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing [Outro: Uncle Murda] Listen – I ain't worried 'bout shit (Nothing!) It's a Roc-A-Fella/GMG invasion, bitch You hear them niggas talking 'bout me? Ain't that some shit? These niggas is like bitches – they all on my dick