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

[samples "We Are the Champions" used by Dream Team w/ permission of Queen]
Time after / I've done my sentence / but committed no crime
I've my sentence / but committed no crime
I've done my / 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, this is Dame the CEO
Here to y'all to the Dream Team
What niggaz thought I was gonna rap? Never
I'm just a little mad at comin at my neck
like my Team ain't the 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 losers / we are the champions... of the world

[Dame
Got damn Kanye! I bet niggaz didn't know you rap huh? (They didn't)
That's my producer
This the on the Roc, he rap better than most rappers!

[Kanye
Well Dame if these niggaz about they self for a change
maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self some change
I seen jealousy 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 in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on
Damn all 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
it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top
Had the Chi' on lock, when they finally our sound with Roc
Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything,
If you feelin this here, throw fuckin hands in the air

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

[Beanie
WHAT?! Don't make me chop up fellas, to call the cops on fellas
Order fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a Roc-A-Fella
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!!

[Dame
Now that's what the I'm talkin bout!
And you wonder why I'm of my family?
And you wonder why I ain't rap?
I got niggaz will assassinate you B, lyrically!
Really shut you the fuck down!! Don't get career ended
Leave us the 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 everyday a frisk was at stake
Chicks cuffs risk gettin raped my mission was straight
Visit them states near great Michigan lakes
And fuck a bathroom, I on the gate
Flipped a bird flip a bird switch up my plates
I got plans that was better than
Now look we Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale
Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and
Oh my god it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will your casket
Feel Scotty and Mike, feel Shaq and
My gats de-tatch you homie
And I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless
For the Roc Fam dog I extend my
Jay, Bleek, I'll be crossin the bridge
Tossin they wigs make corpse of they
Free, O, Sparks and Mittens
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I stack chips and, I'm Fifth-in
Vuitton loughers, hat drippin
I go retrieve a duck, tell her proceed and
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 man, yeah it's killa Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

[Chorus] - the end of Cam's verse

[Dame
y'all thought I was finished?
I'm not! I just recuited new!
I'm like the Steinbrenner of this shit
I mean I'm like him, HOLLA!

Everybodys oh my god
the newest power forward of the squad
A legacy like Jordan the mob
that be known for breakin motherfuckers
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 gone make em spit the
I the mob to the fullest
You want it with that boy who's known to pull it
With Kanye on the of the Dream 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 a zone
Takin it to motherfuckers domes
Cause on, I will rock until I'm gone
Fillin my body lead, clutchin chrome
Take it to your gut, take it to chest
I be more provokin when I'm smokin
And we gettin stronger hope you got a
Already got macs, already got them techs
Served a few dimes, got pearls
Legendary we on top of the
How could you haters we can be done
Hold it because we got champions!!

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