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

[samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Team w/ permission of Queen]
Time after time / I've done my sentence / but no crime
I've done my / but committed no crime
I've done my sentence / but committed no 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
Here to welcome y'all to the Team
y'all niggaz thought I was gonna rap? Never
I'm just a little mad at niggaz comin at my
like my Team the best in the world... y'knahmsayin?
Like we got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway

[Chorus: mirrors 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

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

West]
Well Dame if these 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 song go, I do a hoe, oh yea never change
That so, worry though, we are the
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, 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 finally heard our with Roc
Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything,
If you feelin this here, throw your hands in the air

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

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

Dash]
Now that's what the fuck I'm bout!
And you why I'm proud of my family?
And you wonder why I ain't gotta
I got that will assassinate you B, lyrically!
Really shut you the fuck down!! Don't get career ended
us the fuck 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 cuffs risk gettin raped my mission was thug
Visit states near them great Michigan lakes
And a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
Flipped a bird outta flip a bird switch up my
I got plans 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 carve casket
Feel and Mike, feel Shaq and Kobe
My gats will you homie
And I'm friends with thugs, I sell drugs
For the Roc Fam dog I extend my
Jay, Bleek, I'll be crossin the bridge
Tossin they wigs make corpse of kids
Free, O, and Mack Mittens
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I stack chips and, I'm Sacs
Louis loughers, hat drippin
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 didn't stop that car me
Shit, it had felons, gun shooters 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!

- overlaps the end of Cam's verse

Dash]
What thought I was finished?
I'm not! I just somebody new!
I'm like the George of this shit
I mean I'm rich him, HOLLA!

Everybodys oh my god
It's the power forward of the squad
A legacy like with the mob
that be for breakin motherfuckers hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my ring
Fuck a battle nigga I'ma get thangs
Rollin them Lords and them folks up out the Chi
Twista gone make em spit the
I represent the mob to the
You don't want it with that boy who's 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 in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone
Takin it to some motherfuckers
Cause it's on, I rock until I'm gone
Fillin my body with lead, clutchin
it to your gut, take it to your chest
I be more when I'm smokin sess
And we stronger hope you got a vest
got them macs, already got them techs
Served a few dimes, Beans got
we on top of the world
How you haters think we can be done
Hold it because we got champions!!

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