*echoes*] Yeah... DJ Clue... Storm... The Roc... This shit here... The Roc Army... Dame Dash Presents... The Dream niggaz... Word...
[samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Dream Team w/
of Queen] Time time / I've done my sentence / but committed no crime I've my sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but 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 Dame 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 ain't the best in the world... y'knahmsayin? we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway
[Chorus: exactly mirrors
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 time for losers / cause we are the champions... of the
Got damn Kanye! I bet niggaz didn't know you could rap (They didn't) That's my motherfuckin This the producer on the Roc, he rap better than rappers!
Well Dame if these niggaz thought about they self for a Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get self some change I done seen jealousy make niggaz do things How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea never change so, worry 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 fans can't be wrong, 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, it straight to the mountain top Had the Chi' on lock, when they heard our sound with Roc Came in the game, changed it again, everything, yeahhhhh If you feelin this here, 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 haters We gettin paper baby, them others to keep up We on top, so I guess we saviors - NOPE! We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's Everywhere hell yea, us and the gauges 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, have to the cops on fellas Order 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!! 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 that will assassinate you B, lyrically! Really shut you the fuck down!! Don't get your 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 frisk was at Chicks cuffs risk raped my mission was straight thug Visit them states near them great Michigan And fuck a bathroom, I pissed on the Flipped a bird outta flip a bird switch up my 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 carve your Feel Scotty and Mike, Shaq and Kobe My gats will de-tatch you And I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless For the Roc Fam dog I my love Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be 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 Vuitton loughers, hat drippin I go a duck, tell her proceed and suck I don't just beat my cases, I 'em up My eat 'em up put bars behind me I'm glad they stop that car behind me Shit, it had three felons, gun no 50 cal. A.C.P. Joe Don't be though, I get scrilla man I'm man, yeah it's killa Cam Uhhh... BITCH!
[Chorus] - overlaps the end of
verse Dash] What y'all thought I was I'm not! I just somebody new! I'm like the George of this shit I I'm rich like him, HOLLA! Everybodys oh my god the newest power forward of the squad A legacy like Jordan the mob be known for breakin motherfuckers hard Put on my pinky ring Fuck a battle I'ma get them thangs Rollin with them Lords and them up out the Chi Twista make em spit the game I represent the mob to the You don't want it with that boy known to pull it Kanye on the track of the Dream Team I'm fin' to be the no matter which way you put it They a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone Takin it to motherfuckers domes Cause on, I will rock until I'm gone Fillin my body with lead, clutchin Take it to your gut, take it to chest I be more provokin when I'm smokin And we gettin stronger you got a vest Already got them macs, already got techs Served a few dimes, Beans got we on top of the world How could you haters think we can be Hold it because we got champions!!
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