Yeah... DJ Clue... Storm... The Roc... This right here... The Roc Army... Dame Dash Presents... The Team niggaz... Word...
[samples from "We Are the Champions" used by
Team w/ permission of Queen] Time after time / done my sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no I've done my sentence / but no crime, crime, crime And we to go on and on and on and on
[Dame Dash: speaking over Queen
Sup Yo, this is Dame Dash the CEO Here to welcome y'all to the Team What niggaz thought I was gonna rap? Never I'm just a little mad at comin at my neck my Team ain't the best in the world... y'knahmsayin? Like we got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway
[Chorus: exactly mirrors chorus of
"We Are the Champions"] We are the champions, my And keep on fighting, to the end We are the champions, we are the No for losers / cause we are the champions... of the world Dash] Got damn Kanye! I bet niggaz didn't know you could rap (They didn't) my motherfuckin producer This the producer on the Roc, he rap better than rappers!
Well if these niggaz thought about they self for a change Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get self some change I done jealousy make niggaz do t-terrible things How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea never change That so, worry though, we are the Spend a lot of time in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you be on Damn all fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone Make those thugs want to rock, make a nigga feal just like 'Pac Make it but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top Had the Chi' on lock, when they heard our sound with Roc Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything, If you feelin this here, throw your fuckin in the air
[Young Chris -
Chorus] Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other labels And we been duckin shots from all haters lately We paper baby, them others tryin to keep up We on top, so I guess we saviors - NOPE! We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, colors Everywhere hell yea, us and the gauges BLOW! they hatin fo'? Don't make me pop a fella Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, get hot for fellas, SIG!!!
WHAT?! Don't make me chop up fellas, have to call the on fellas Order fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a Roc-A-Fella What nigga for shit I will rock a fella Dame! (God damn I got this let me talk my shit one time) No we the illest niggaz; realest, I will these niggaz!!
Now what the fuck I'm talkin bout! And you why I'm proud of my family? And you wonder why I gotta rap? I got niggaz will assassinate you B, lyrically! Really shut you the fuck down!! Don't get your career us the fuck alone, let us roc! We are Roc-Heusen, the R., O., C. - HOLLA! I'm Dame, I'm here, Killa This is just fate, how I would sit on a Listen to tapes a frisk was at stake Chicks cuffs risk gettin raped my was straight thug Visit them states near them great Michigan And fuck a bathroom, I on the gate Flipped a bird outta a bird switch up my plates I got plans that was better jail Now look we Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and Oh my god it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I carve your casket Feel Scotty and Mike, feel and Kobe My gats will you homie And I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless For the Roc Fam dog I my love Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be crossin the Tossin they wigs make corpse of kids Free, O, Sparks and Mack I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in I stack chips and, I'm Sacs Vuitton loughers, hat drippin I go retrieve a duck, tell her and suck I don't just my cases, I beat 'em up My eat 'em up put bars behind me I'm they didn't stop that car behind me Shit, it had felons, gun shooters no 50 cal. A.C.P. Joe Don't be though, I get scrilla man I'm man, yeah it's killa Cam Uhhh... BITCH! - overlaps the end of Cam's verse
y'all thought I was finished? I'm not! I recuited somebody new! I'm the George Steinbrenner of this shit I mean I'm rich him, HOLLA! Everybodys oh my god It's the newest forward of the squad A like Jordan with the mob that be for breakin motherfuckers hard Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky Fuck a battle nigga I'ma get them Rollin them Lords and them folks up out the Chi Twista make em spit the game I represent the mob to the You don't it with that boy who's known to pull it With Kanye on the of the Dream Team I'm fin' to be the shit no which way you put it They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go a zone Takin it to motherfuckers domes Cause it's on, I rock until I'm gone Fillin my with lead, clutchin chrome Take it to your gut, it to your chest I be more when I'm smokin sess And we gettin stronger you got a vest Already got macs, already got them techs Served a few dimes, Beans got we on top of the world How could you haters we can be done it down because we got champions!!
Dame Dash, presents the Team - Part One! too meed you At 8: 30