Yeah... DJ Clue... Storm... The Roc... This right here... The Roc Army... Dash Presents... The Dream Team niggaz... Word...
[samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Dream Team w/ permission of
Time after time / done my sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but no crime done my sentence / 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, is Dame Dash the CEO to welcome y'all to the Dream Team What niggaz thought I was gonna rap? Never I'm just a little mad at niggaz comin at my like my Team ain't the best in the world... we ain't 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 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 than most rappers! West] Well Dame if niggaz thought about they self for a change Then maybe they can figure out how to get they self some change I done jealousy make niggaz do t-terrible things How the go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'll never 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 all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone Make those thugs want to rock, make a nigga feal just like 'Pac Make it street but it just might pop, make it to the mountain top Had the Chi' on lock, when they finally heard our sound Roc Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything, If you feelin here, throw your fuckin hands in the air
- over Chorus] Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck other labels baby And we been duckin 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, colors Everywhere yea, test us and the gauges BLOW! Fuck they hatin fo'? Don't me pop a fella Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, get hot for fellas, SIG!!!
WHAT?! Don't make me up fellas, have to call the cops on fellas Order helicopter fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a What nigga for Roc-A-Fella shit I will rock a Dame! (God damn Beans I got this let me my shit one time) No we the illest niggaz; realest, I kill these niggaz!!
Now that's the fuck I'm talkin bout! And you why I'm proud of my family? And you why I ain't gotta rap? I got that 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 fate, how I would sit on a crate Listen to everyday a frisk was at stake Chicks cuffs gettin raped my mission was straight thug Visit them states them great Michigan lakes And a bathroom, I pissed on the gate a bird outta flip a bird switch up my plates I got plans was better than jail 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 gats will de-tatch you And I'm friends thugs, I sell endless drugs For the Roc Fam dog I my love Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be the bridge 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 Vuitton loughers, hat drippin I go retrieve a duck, her proceed and suck I just beat my cases, I beat 'em up My lawyer eat 'em up put behind me I'm glad they didn't stop car behind me Shit, it had felons, gun shooters no 50 cal. A.C.P. Joe Don't be though, I get scrilla man I'm for'rilla man, it's killa Cam Uhhh... BITCH! - overlaps the end of Cam's verse
What y'all thought I was I'm not! I recuited somebody new! I'm the George Steinbrenner of this shit I I'm rich like him, HOLLA! Everybodys oh my god the newest power forward of the squad A like Jordan with the mob that be known for breakin hard Put Roc-A-Fella on my ring Fuck a battle nigga get them thangs with them Lords and them folks up out the Chi Twista make em spit the game I represent the mob to the You don't want it that boy who's known to pull it With on the track of the Dream Team I'm to be the shit no matter which way you put it They blessed a in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone Takin it to some domes Cause it's on, I will rock until I'm 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 hope you got a vest Already got them macs, already got techs Served a few dimes, got pearls we on top of the world How could you haters we can be done Hold it because we got champions!!
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