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[DJ *echoes*]
Yeah... DJ Clue... Storm... The Roc...
This shit here... The Roc Army...
Dash Presents... The Dream Team niggaz...
Word...

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

[Dame speaking over Queen samples]
Sup y'all? Yo, is Dame Dash the CEO
Here to welcome y'all to the Dream
y'all niggaz thought I was gonna rap? Never
I'm just a mad at niggaz comin at my neck
like my ain't the best in the world... y'knahmsayin?
we ain't 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 didn't know you could rap huh? (They didn't)
That's my producer
This the producer on the Roc, he rap better most rappers!

West]
Well Dame if these niggaz about they self for a change
maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self some change
I done seen jealousy niggaz do t-terrible things
How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'll never
That so, 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, a nigga feal just like 'Pac
Make it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the top
Had the on lock, when they finally heard our sound with Roc
in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeahhhhh
If you feelin this here, your fuckin hands in the air

[Young - over Chorus]
Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other baby
And we duckin shots from all them haters lately
We gettin baby, them others tryin to keep up
We on top, so I we they saviors - NOPE!
We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's
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!!!

Sigel]
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 Roc-A-Fella shit I will a fella
Dame! (God damn I got this let me talk my shit one time)
No we the illest realest, I will kill these niggaz!!

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

I'm here Dame, I'm here,
is just fate, how I would sit on a crate
Listen to tapes everyday a was at stake
Chicks cuffs risk raped my mission was straight thug
Visit them near them great Michigan lakes
And a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
Flipped a bird outta a bird switch up my plates
I got plans that was than jail
Now look we like Bird, Parish, McHale
Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and
Oh my god it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve your
Feel Scotty and Mike, feel Shaq and
My gats will you homie
And I'm friends thugs, I sell endless drugs
For the Roc Fam dog I extend my
Jay, Bleek, I'll be crossin the bridge
Tossin they wigs corpse of they kids
Free, O, Sparks and Mittens
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I stack chips and, I'm Sacs
Louis 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 for'rilla man, it's killa Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

[Chorus] - the end of Cam's verse

[Dame
What y'all thought I was
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 newest power forward of the
A legacy Jordan with the mob
that be for breakin motherfuckers hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky
Fuck a battle I'ma get them thangs
Rollin with them Lords and folks up out the Chi
gone make em spit the game
I represent the mob to the
You don't want it that boy who's known to pull it
With Kanye on the track of the Team
I'm fin' to be the shit no matter way you put it
They a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone
Takin it to motherfuckers domes
Cause it's on, I will rock I'm gone
Fillin my with lead, clutchin chrome
Take it to your gut, take it to your
I be more provokin when I'm smokin
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 think we can be
it down because we got champions!!

[DJ
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