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[DJ Clue
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 Dream Team w/ permission of
Time after time / I've done my sentence / but no crime
I've done my sentence / but no crime
I've 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 Yo, this is Dame Dash the CEO
Here to welcome y'all to the Dream
What y'all niggaz thought I was gonna rap?
I'm just a little mad at niggaz at my neck
like my Team ain't the in the world... y'knahmsayin?
Like we got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway

exactly 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 know you could rap huh? (They didn't)
my motherfuckin producer
This the producer on the Roc, he rap better most rappers!

[Kanye
Well Dame if these niggaz thought about self for a change
Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get self some change
I done seen make niggaz do t-terrible 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 time in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you be on
Damn all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be
Make those beats thugs want to rock, a nigga feal just like 'Pac
Make it street but it just pop, make it straight to the mountain top
Had the Chi' on lock, they finally heard our sound with Roc
Came in the game, it again, changed everything, yeahhhhh
If you feelin this here, your fuckin hands in the air

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

[Beanie
WHAT?! make me chop 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 I got this let me talk my shit one time)
No we the niggaz; realest, I will kill these niggaz!!

Dash]
Now what the fuck I'm talkin bout!
And you why I'm proud of my family?
And you wonder why I ain't rap?
I got niggaz that assassinate you B, lyrically!
Really shut you the 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 risk gettin raped my mission was straight thug
Visit them near them great Michigan lakes
And a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
Flipped a bird outta flip a 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 it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will your casket
Scotty and Mike, feel Shaq and Kobe
My gats will you homie
And I'm friends with thugs, I endless drugs
For the Roc Fam dog I extend my
Jay, Bleek, beef be crossin the bridge
Tossin they wigs make corpse of they
Free, O, and Mack Mittens
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I stack chips and, I'm Sacs
Louis Vuitton loughers, hat
I go retrieve a duck, her proceed and suck
I don't just my cases, I beat 'em up
My lawyer eat 'em up put behind me
I'm glad they didn't stop that car me
Shit, it had three felons, gun no
50 cal. A.C.P. Joe
Don't be stupid though, I get man
I'm for'rilla man, yeah it's Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

[Chorus] - the end of Cam's verse

Dash]
What y'all I was finished?
I'm not! I recuited somebody new!
I'm like the George of this shit
I mean I'm like him, HOLLA!

Everybodys oh my god
It's the power forward of the squad
A legacy like with the mob
that be known for motherfuckers hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky
Fuck a battle nigga I'ma get thangs
Rollin them Lords and them folks up out the Chi
gone make em spit the game
I the mob to the fullest
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 nigga in, now I'm to go into a zone
it to some motherfuckers domes
Cause on, I will rock until I'm gone
Fillin my with lead, clutchin chrome
Take it to gut, take it to your chest
I be more provokin I'm smokin sess
And we stronger hope you got a vest
Already got them macs, got them techs
a few dimes, Beans got pearls
Legendary we on top of the
How could you think we can be done
Hold it down we got champions!!

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