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

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

[Dame Dash: speaking over Queen
Sup y'all? Yo, this is Dash the CEO
Here to welcome to the Dream Team
What y'all niggaz thought I was rap? Never
I'm just a little mad at comin at my neck
like my Team ain't the in the world... y'knahmsayin?
Like we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek,

[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 time for losers / cause we are the champions... of the

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

[Kanye
Well Dame if these niggaz about they self for a change
Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get self some change
I seen jealousy make niggaz 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 time in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you be on
Damn all these can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone
Make those beats thugs to rock, make a nigga feal just like 'Pac
Make it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the top
Had the Chi' on lock, when they finally our sound with Roc
Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything,
If you this here, throw your fuckin hands in the air

[Young Chris - Chorus]
Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other baby
And we duckin shots from all them haters lately
We gettin paper baby, them others to keep up
We on top, so I we they saviors - NOPE!
We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's
Everywhere hell yea, test us and the BLOW!
Fuck hatin fo'? Don't make me pop a fella
Roc-A-Fella, a fella, could get hot for fellas, SIG!!!

[Beanie
WHAT?! Don't make me chop up fellas, have to call the on fellas
Order helicopter fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a
What nigga for Roc-A-Fella shit I will a fella
Dame! (God damn Beans I got let me talk my shit one time)
No we the niggaz; realest, I will kill these niggaz!!

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

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

- overlaps the end of Cam's verse

[Dame
What thought I was finished?
I'm not! I just somebody new!
I'm like the George Steinbrenner of 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
be known for breakin motherfuckers hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my ring
Fuck a battle I'ma get them thangs
Rollin with them Lords and folks up out the Chi
Twista make em spit the game
I represent the mob to the
You don't want it with that boy who's known to it
With Kanye on the track of the Team
I'm fin' to be the shit no which way you put it
They blessed a nigga in, now I'm to go into a zone
it to some motherfuckers domes
Cause it's on, I will rock I'm gone
my body with lead, clutchin chrome
Take it to your gut, take it to your
I be more provokin when I'm sess
And we gettin stronger you got a vest
Already got them macs, got them techs
Served a few dimes, Beans got
we on top of the world
How you haters think we can be done
it down because we got champions!!

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