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[DJ Clue
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 Team w/ permission of
Time after time / I've my sentence / but committed 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, is Dame Dash the CEO
to welcome y'all to the Dream Team
What y'all niggaz I was gonna 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: mirrors 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

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

[Kanye
Well Dame if these niggaz thought about self for a change
Then 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, 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 can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone
those beats thugs want to rock, make a nigga feal just like 'Pac
Make it street but it might pop, make 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, changed everything,
If you feelin this here, your fuckin hands in the air

[Young - over Chorus]
Its the label baby fuck them other labels baby
And we been duckin from all them haters lately
We gettin paper baby, others tryin to keep up
We on top, so I guess we saviors - NOPE!
We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's
hell yea, test us and the gauges BLOW!
Fuck hatin fo'? Don't make me pop a fella
Roc-A-Fella, a fella, could get hot for fellas, SIG!!!

[Beanie
WHAT?! Don't make me chop up fellas, to call the cops on fellas
Order helicopter fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a
What for Roc-A-Fella shit I will rock a fella
Dame! (God damn Beans I got let me talk my shit one time)
No we the illest niggaz; realest, I kill these niggaz!!

Dash]
Now that's the fuck I'm talkin bout!
And you wonder why I'm of my family?
And you why I ain't gotta rap?
I got niggaz that will you B, lyrically!
Really shut you the 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
is just fate, how I would sit on a crate
Listen to tapes everyday a was at stake
Chicks cuffs risk gettin raped my mission was straight
them states near them great Michigan lakes
And fuck a bathroom, I on the gate
Flipped a outta flip a bird switch up my plates
I got plans that was better jail
Now look we like Bird, Parish, McHale
Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and
Oh my god it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve casket
Feel Scotty and Mike, Shaq and Kobe
My will de-tatch you homie
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, Sparks and Mittens
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I chips and, I'm Sacs Fifth-in
Louis Vuitton loughers, hat
I go retrieve a duck, her proceed and suck
I just beat my cases, I beat 'em up
My eat 'em up put bars behind me
I'm glad they stop that 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, yeah it's Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

[Chorus] - overlaps the end of verse

[Dame
What y'all I was finished?
I'm not! I recuited somebody new!
I'm like the George Steinbrenner of shit
I mean I'm like him, HOLLA!

Everybodys oh my god
It's the newest forward of the squad
A legacy like with the mob
be known for breakin motherfuckers hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky
Fuck a nigga I'ma get them thangs
with them Lords and them folks up out the Chi
Twista gone em spit the game
I represent the mob to the
You don't it with that boy who's known to pull it
With Kanye on the track of the Team
I'm fin' to be the 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 will until I'm gone
Fillin my body with lead, clutchin
Take it to your gut, it to your chest
I be more provokin I'm smokin sess
And we gettin stronger hope you got a
got them macs, already got them techs
Served a few dimes, Beans got
we on top of the world
How could you think we can be done
it down because we got champions!!

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