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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...

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

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

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

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

West]
Well Dame if these thought about they self for a change
maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self some change
I done jealousy make niggaz do t-terrible things
How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'll change
That so, though, we are the cham-p-ions
Spend a lot of time in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of you can't be on
Damn all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be
Make those thugs want 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 finally heard our sound with Roc
Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything,
If you feelin here, throw your fuckin hands in the air

[Young Chris - Chorus]
Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other baby
And we been duckin shots from all them lately
We gettin paper baby, them tryin 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 they fo'? Don't make me pop a fella
Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, get hot for fellas, SIG!!!

Sigel]
WHAT?! Don't make me chop up fellas, 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 Beans I got let me talk my shit one time)
No we the illest realest, I will kill these niggaz!!

[Dame
Now that's the fuck I'm talkin bout!
And you wonder why I'm proud of my
And you wonder why I ain't gotta
I got niggaz that will 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 here Dame, I'm here,
This is just fate, how I sit on a crate
Listen to tapes everyday a was at stake
Chicks cuffs risk raped my mission was straight thug
Visit them states near great Michigan lakes
And a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
Flipped a bird 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
Feel Scotty and Mike, feel and Kobe
My will de-tatch you homie
And I'm friends thugs, I sell endless drugs
For the Roc Fam dog I my love
Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be crossin the
Tossin wigs make corpse of they kids
Free, O, Sparks and Mittens
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I stack and, I'm Sacs Fifth-in
Louis Vuitton loughers, hat
I go a duck, tell her proceed and suck
I don't 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 three felons, gun no
50 cal. A.C.P. Joe
be stupid though, I get scrilla man
I'm for'rilla man, yeah it's Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

- overlaps the end of Cam's verse

[Dame
What thought I was finished?
I'm not! I just recuited new!
I'm like the George Steinbrenner of this
I mean I'm rich him, HOLLA!

Everybodys oh my god
It's the newest power forward of the
A legacy Jordan with the mob
be known for breakin motherfuckers hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky
Fuck a battle nigga I'ma get thangs
Rollin with them Lords and folks up out the Chi
Twista gone make em spit the
I represent the mob to the
You don't want it with that boy who's to pull it
Kanye on the track of the Dream Team
I'm to be the shit no matter which way you put it
They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a
Takin it to motherfuckers domes
Cause it's on, I rock until I'm gone
Fillin my body with lead, chrome
Take it to gut, take it to your chest
I be more provokin when I'm sess
And we gettin hope you got a vest
got them macs, already got them techs
Served a few dimes, Beans got
Legendary we on top of the
How could you haters we can be done
Hold it because we got champions!!

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