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

[samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Dream w/ permission of Queen]
Time after time / I've done my / but committed no crime
done my sentence / but committed no crime
I've done my / 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 Dash the CEO
Here to welcome to the Dream Team
What y'all niggaz I was gonna rap? Never
I'm just a little mad at niggaz comin at my
like my Team ain't the in the world... y'knahmsayin?
we ain't 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 / cause we are the champions... of the world

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

West]
Well Dame if these niggaz thought about they self for a
maybe they can finally figure out how to get they 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
That so, worry though, we are the
Spend a lot of in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on
Damn all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you be gone
Make those beats want to rock, make a nigga feal 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 fuckin hands in the air

[Young Chris - over
Its the Roc-a-Fella label fuck them other labels baby
And we been duckin shots all them haters lately
We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to 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!
they hatin 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, have to the cops on fellas
helicopter fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a Roc-A-Fella
What nigga for Roc-A-Fella I will rock a fella
Dame! (God damn Beans I got this let me talk my one time)
No we the niggaz; 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 gotta rap?
I got niggaz will assassinate you B, lyrically!
shut you the fuck 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 sit on a crate
Listen to everyday a frisk was at stake
Chicks risk gettin raped my mission was straight thug
Visit them states near them great Michigan
And a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
Flipped a bird outta flip a switch up my plates
I got plans that was than jail
Now we like 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 endless
For the Roc Fam dog I extend my
Jay, Bleek, beef be crossin the bridge
they wigs make corpse of they kids
Free, O, Sparks and Mack
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I stack chips and, I'm Sacs
Louis Vuitton loughers, hat
I go retrieve a duck, tell her and suck
I don't beat my cases, I beat 'em up
My lawyer eat 'em up put bars me
I'm glad 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 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 this
I I'm rich like him, HOLLA!

Everybodys oh my god
It's the newest power forward of the
A legacy like with the mob
that be known for motherfuckers hard
Put on my pinky ring
Fuck a battle nigga get them thangs
Rollin with them and them folks up out the Chi
Twista gone em spit the game
I the mob to the fullest
You want it with that boy who's known to pull it
With Kanye on the track of the Dream
I'm fin' to be the shit no which way you put it
They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a
Takin it to some domes
Cause it's on, I will rock until I'm
Fillin my with lead, clutchin chrome
Take it to your gut, it to your chest
I be more provokin when I'm smokin
And we stronger hope you got a vest
Already got them macs, already got techs
a few dimes, Beans got pearls
Legendary we on top of the
How could you haters we can be done
Hold it because we got champions!!

[DJ
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