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[DJ *echoes*]
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 w/ permission of Queen]
Time time / I've done my sentence / but committed no crime
I've done my / but committed no crime
I've done my sentence / but 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
Here to welcome y'all to the Dream
What y'all thought I was gonna rap? Never
I'm just a little mad at niggaz at my neck
like my ain't the best in the world... y'knahmsayin?
we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway

[Chorus: exactly 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 for losers / 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 better most rappers!

West]
Well Dame if these niggaz thought about 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 shit'll change
That so, 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 these fans be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone
Make those beats thugs want to rock, make a feal just like 'Pac
Make it street but it just might pop, 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, everything, yeahhhhh
If you feelin this here, throw your fuckin in the air

[Young Chris - over
Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other baby
And we been duckin shots from all them haters
We paper 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 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, have to call the cops on
Order helicopter fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a
What nigga for shit I will rock 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!!

[Dame
Now that's the fuck I'm talkin bout!
And you why I'm proud of my family?
And you wonder why I gotta rap?
I got niggaz that will you B, lyrically!
Really shut you the fuck down!! get your 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,
is just fate, how I would sit on a crate
Listen to tapes everyday a was at stake
cuffs risk gettin raped my mission was straight thug
Visit them states near them great lakes
And a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
Flipped a outta flip a bird switch up my plates
I got that 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 your
Feel Scotty and Mike, Shaq and Kobe
My gats will de-tatch you
And I'm with thugs, I sell endless drugs
For the Roc Fam dog I my love
Jay, Bleek, I'll be crossin the bridge
Tossin they wigs make corpse of kids
Free, O, Sparks and Mittens
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I stack chips and, I'm Fifth-in
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 car behind me
Shit, it had three felons, gun no
50 cal. A.C.P. Joe
Don't be though, I get scrilla man
I'm for'rilla man, yeah killa Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

[Chorus] - the end of Cam's verse

[Dame
What y'all thought I was
I'm not! I just somebody new!
I'm like the Steinbrenner of this 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
that be known for motherfuckers hard
Put on my pinky ring
Fuck a battle nigga I'ma get thangs
Rollin with them Lords and them 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 to be the shit no matter which way you put it
They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go a zone
it to some motherfuckers 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 provokin when I'm smokin sess
And we gettin stronger hope you got a
Already got macs, already got them techs
Served a few dimes, Beans got
Legendary we on top of the
How could you think we can be done
it down because we got champions!!

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