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[DJ Clue
Yeah... DJ Clue... Storm... The Roc...
shit right here... The Roc Army...
Dame Presents... The Dream Team niggaz...
Word...

[samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Dream Team w/ permission of
Time after / I've done my sentence / but committed 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 over samples]
Sup y'all? Yo, is Dame Dash the CEO
to welcome y'all to the Dream Team
What y'all niggaz thought I was rap? Never
I'm just a little mad at comin at my neck
like my ain't the best in the world... y'knahmsayin?
Like we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek,

exactly 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

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

West]
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 jealousy make 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 in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on
Damn all these can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone
Make those beats thugs want to rock, make a nigga feal just 'Pac
Make it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the top
Had the on lock, when they finally heard our sound with Roc
Came in the game, changed it again, everything, yeahhhhh
If you feelin this here, your fuckin hands in the air

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

Sigel]
WHAT?! make 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 Beans I got this let me talk my shit 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 of my family?
And you why I ain't gotta rap?
I got niggaz that will 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 tapes a frisk was at stake
Chicks cuffs risk raped my mission was straight thug
Visit them states near them 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 like Bird, Parish, McHale
Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and
Oh my god it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve casket
Feel Scotty and Mike, feel Shaq and
My gats will de-tatch you
And I'm friends 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 they
Free, O, Sparks and Mack
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I stack and, I'm Sacs Fifth-in
Vuitton loughers, hat drippin
I go retrieve a duck, her proceed and suck
I just beat my cases, I beat 'em up
My lawyer eat 'em up put bars me
I'm glad they didn't that car behind me
Shit, it had felons, gun shooters no
50 cal. A.C.P. Joe
Don't be stupid though, I get man
I'm for'rilla man, it's killa Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

[Chorus] - overlaps the end of verse

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

Everybodys oh my god
the newest power forward of the squad
A legacy like with the mob
that be known for breakin motherfuckers
Put on my pinky ring
Fuck a nigga I'ma get them thangs
Rollin with Lords and them folks up out the Chi
gone make em spit the game
I represent the mob to the
You want it with that boy who's known to pull it
With on the track 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 to go into a zone
it to some motherfuckers domes
Cause on, I will rock until I'm gone
Fillin my body with lead, chrome
Take it to your gut, take it to chest
I be more provokin I'm smokin sess
And we gettin stronger hope you got a
Already got them macs, got them techs
Served a few dimes, got pearls
Legendary we on top of the
How you haters think we can be done
Hold it down we got champions!!

[DJ
Dame Dash, presents the Dream - Part One!
too meed you
At 8: 30