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[DJ Clue
Yeah... DJ Clue... Storm... The Roc...
shit right here... The Roc Army...
Dame Presents... The Dream Team niggaz...
Word...

from "We Are the Champions" used by Dream Team w/ permission of Queen]
Time after time / I've done my sentence / but no crime
I've done my sentence / but committed no
done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime
And we to go on and on and on and on

Dash: speaking over Queen samples]
Sup y'all? Yo, this is Dame the CEO
Here to welcome to the Dream Team
What niggaz thought I was gonna rap? Never
I'm a little mad at niggaz comin at my neck
like my Team the best in the world... y'knahmsayin?
Like we got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway

[Chorus: exactly chorus of Queen's "We Are the Champions"]
We are the champions, my
And keep on fighting, to the end
We are the champions, we are the
No time for losers / cause we are the champions... of the

[Dame
Got damn Kanye! I bet niggaz didn't know you could rap (They didn't)
That's my producer
This the producer on the Roc, he rap better most rappers!

West]
Well Dame if niggaz thought about they self for a change
Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self some
I done seen jealousy make do t-terrible things
How the go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'll never change
so, worry though, we are the cham-p-ions
Spend a lot of in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on
Damn all these can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone
Make those beats thugs want to rock, make a nigga just like 'Pac
Make it but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top
Had the Chi' on lock, when they finally heard our sound Roc
in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeahhhhh
If you feelin this here, throw your fuckin in the air

[Young - over Chorus]
Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them labels baby
And we been duckin shots from all them haters
We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to up
We on top, so I guess we they - NOPE!
We as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's colors
hell yea, test us and the gauges BLOW!
Fuck they hatin Don't make me pop a fella
Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, get hot for fellas, SIG!!!

[Beanie
WHAT?! make me chop up fellas, have to call the cops on fellas
Order fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a Roc-A-Fella
What nigga for shit I will rock a fella
Dame! (God damn Beans I got let me talk my shit one time)
No we the illest niggaz; realest, I will kill niggaz!!

[Dame
Now that's what the fuck I'm bout!
And you wonder why I'm proud of my
And you why I ain't gotta rap?
I got that will assassinate you B, lyrically!
Really shut you the down!! Don't get your career ended
Leave us the alone, let us roc!
We are Roc-Heusen, the R., O., C. - HOLLA!

I'm here Dame, I'm here,
This is just fate, how I would sit on a
to tapes everyday a frisk was at stake
Chicks cuffs risk gettin my mission was straight thug
Visit them states near them great Michigan
And a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
a bird outta flip a bird switch up my plates
I got plans that was better than
Now look we Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale
Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and
Oh my god Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve your casket
Scotty and Mike, feel Shaq and Kobe
My gats de-tatch you homie
And I'm with thugs, I sell endless drugs
For the Roc Fam dog I my love
Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be the bridge
Tossin they wigs make corpse of they
Free, O, Sparks and Mack
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I chips and, I'm Sacs Fifth-in
Louis Vuitton loughers, hat
I go retrieve a duck, tell her and suck
I just beat my cases, I beat 'em up
My lawyer eat 'em up put bars me
I'm they didn't stop that car behind me
Shit, it had felons, gun shooters no
50 cal. A.C.P. Joe
be stupid though, I get scrilla man
I'm for'rilla man, yeah killa Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

[Chorus] - the end of Cam's verse

[Dame
y'all thought I was finished?
I'm not! I just recuited new!
I'm like the Steinbrenner of this shit
I mean I'm like him, HOLLA!

Everybodys oh my god
It's the power forward of the squad
A legacy Jordan with the mob
that be for breakin motherfuckers hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my ring
a battle nigga I'ma get them thangs
Rollin with them Lords and folks up out the Chi
Twista gone make em the game
I represent the mob to the
You want it with that boy who's known to pull it
With Kanye on the of the Dream Team
I'm fin' to be the no matter which way you put it
They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go a zone
Takin it to some motherfuckers
Cause on, I will rock until I'm gone
my body with lead, clutchin chrome
Take it to your gut, it to your chest
I be more provokin I'm smokin sess
And we gettin stronger hope you got a
Already got macs, already got them techs
Served a few dimes, got pearls
we on top of the world
How could you haters think we can be
Hold it because we got champions!!

[DJ
Dame Dash, presents the Dream - Part One!
too meed you
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