*echoes*] Yeah... DJ Clue... Storm... The Roc... This shit here... The Roc Army... Dame Presents... The Dream Team niggaz... Word...
[samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Dream Team w/ permission of
Time after time / I've done my sentence / but no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no I've my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime And we to go on and on and on and on
[Dame Dash: speaking
Queen samples] Sup y'all? Yo, this is Dash the CEO Here to welcome y'all to the Dream 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 of Queen's "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 for losers / cause we are the champions... of the world
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 than most rappers! West] 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 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 time in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of you can't be on Damn all fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone Make those beats thugs want to rock, make a nigga feal just 'Pac Make it street but it just might pop, it straight to the mountain top Had the Chi' on lock, they finally heard our sound with Roc Came in the game, it again, changed everything, yeahhhhh If you this here, throw your fuckin hands in the air
[Young Chris - over
Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them labels baby And we been duckin shots from all them lately We paper baby, them others tryin to keep up We on top, so I guess we they - NOPE! We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's Everywhere hell yea, us and the gauges BLOW! they hatin fo'? Don't make me pop a fella Roc-A-Fella, a fella, could get hot for fellas, SIG!!!
WHAT?! make me chop up fellas, have to call the cops on fellas Order fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a Roc-A-Fella What for Roc-A-Fella shit I will rock a fella Dame! (God Beans I got this let me talk my shit one time) No we the illest niggaz; realest, I kill these niggaz!! Dash] 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 niggaz that assassinate you B, lyrically! Really you the fuck down!! Don't get your career ended 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 everyday a was at stake cuffs risk gettin raped my mission was straight thug Visit states 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 that was better than jail Now look we Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and Oh my god it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will your casket Feel Scotty and Mike, feel and Kobe My gats will de-tatch you And I'm friends with thugs, I sell drugs For the Roc Fam dog I my love 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 stack and, I'm Sacs Fifth-in Louis Vuitton loughers, hat I go retrieve a duck, tell her and suck I don't just beat my cases, I 'em up My lawyer eat 'em up put behind me I'm glad they didn't 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 it's Cam Uhhh... BITCH! - overlaps the end of Cam's verse
What y'all I was finished? I'm not! I recuited somebody new! I'm like the Steinbrenner of this shit I mean I'm rich him, HOLLA! Everybodys oh my god the newest power forward of the squad A legacy like with the mob that be known for breakin hard Put Roc-A-Fella on my ring a battle nigga I'ma get them thangs Rollin with them Lords and them up out the Chi Twista gone make em the game I the mob to the fullest You don't it with that boy who's known to pull it With Kanye on the track of the Dream I'm fin' to be the no matter which way you put it blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone Takin it to some motherfuckers Cause on, I will rock until I'm gone Fillin my body with lead, chrome it to your gut, take it to your chest I be more provokin I'm smokin sess And we stronger hope you got a vest Already got macs, already got them techs a few dimes, Beans got pearls Legendary we on top of the How could you haters we can be done Hold it down we got champions!!
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