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[DJ Clue
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 Team w/ permission of
Time after time / done my sentence / but committed no crime
I've my sentence / 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

Dash: speaking over Queen samples]
Sup y'all? Yo, this is Dame the CEO
Here to welcome y'all to the Dream
y'all niggaz thought I was gonna rap? Never
I'm just a mad at niggaz comin at my neck
like my ain't the best in the world... y'knahmsayin?
Like we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek,

[Chorus: exactly 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 time for / cause we are the champions... of the world

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

[Kanye
Well Dame if niggaz thought about they self for a change
Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get self some change
I done jealousy make niggaz do t-terrible things
How the go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'll never change
so, worry 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
all these 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 just might pop, make it straight to the top
Had the Chi' on lock, when they heard our sound with Roc
Came in the game, changed it again, everything, yeahhhhh
If you feelin this here, throw your fuckin in the air

[Young Chris - Chorus]
Its the Roc-a-Fella label fuck them other labels baby
And we been duckin shots all them haters lately
We gettin paper baby, others tryin to keep up
We on top, so I guess we they - NOPE!
We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's
Everywhere yea, test us and the gauges BLOW!
Fuck they hatin Don't make 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
helicopter fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a Roc-A-Fella
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 niggaz; realest, I will kill these niggaz!!

Dash]
Now that's the fuck I'm talkin bout!
And you wonder why I'm proud of my
And you wonder why I gotta rap?
I got niggaz will assassinate you B, lyrically!
Really you the fuck 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 just fate, how I sit on a crate
Listen to everyday a frisk was at stake
Chicks cuffs risk gettin my mission was straight thug
them states near them great Michigan lakes
And fuck a bathroom, I pissed on the
Flipped a outta flip a bird switch up my plates
I got plans that was better than
Now look we like Bird, Parish, Kevin
Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and
Oh my god Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve your casket
Scotty and Mike, feel Shaq and Kobe
My will de-tatch you homie
And I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless
For the Roc Fam dog I my love
Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be crossin the
they wigs make corpse of they kids
Free, O, Sparks and 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, tell her proceed and
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 felons, gun shooters no
50 cal. A.C.P. Joe
be stupid though, I get scrilla man
I'm for'rilla man, yeah it's Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

[Chorus] - the end of Cam's verse

[Dame
What thought I was finished?
I'm not! I recuited somebody new!
I'm like the George of this shit
I mean I'm rich him, HOLLA!

Everybodys oh my god
It's the newest forward of the squad
A legacy like with the mob
that be known for breakin hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky
Fuck a nigga I'ma get them thangs
Rollin with them Lords and them up out the Chi
Twista gone em spit the game
I represent the mob to the
You don't want it with that boy who's to pull it
With on the track of the Dream Team
I'm fin' to be the shit no which way you put it
They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go a zone
Takin it to some domes
Cause it's on, I will rock until I'm
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 gettin stronger you got a vest
Already got macs, already got them techs
a few dimes, Beans got pearls
Legendary we on top of the
How could you haters think we can be
Hold it because we got champions!!

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