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

[samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Team w/ permission of Queen]
Time after time / I've done my sentence / but committed no
done 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

[Dame Dash: over Queen samples]
Sup y'all? Yo, this is Dash the CEO
Here to y'all to the Dream Team
What y'all niggaz thought I was rap? Never
I'm just a little mad at niggaz comin at my
like my Team ain't the 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 we'll on fighting, to the end
We are the champions, we are the
No time for losers / we are the champions... of the world

Dash]
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 better most rappers!

West]
Well Dame if these niggaz thought they self for a change
Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self change
I done seen make niggaz do t-terrible things
How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'll never
That so, 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
Damn all these fans 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 but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top
Had the Chi' on lock, when they heard our sound with Roc
Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything,
If you feelin this here, throw your hands in the air

[Young Chris - Chorus]
Its the label baby fuck them other labels baby
And we been duckin from all them haters lately
We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to up
We on top, so I guess we saviors - NOPE!
We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, colors
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!!!

Sigel]
WHAT?! Don't make me chop up fellas, have to call the on fellas
Order helicopter fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a
What for Roc-A-Fella shit I will rock a fella
Dame! (God damn I got this let me talk my shit one time)
No we the illest niggaz; realest, I will kill niggaz!!

Dash]
Now that's what the fuck I'm bout!
And you why I'm proud of my family?
And you wonder why I ain't 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 gettin raped my mission was straight thug
them states near them great Michigan lakes
And a bathroom, I pissed on the gate
a bird 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 it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I carve your casket
Feel and Mike, feel Shaq and Kobe
My gats de-tatch you homie
And I'm friends thugs, I sell endless drugs
For the Roc Fam dog I my love
Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be the bridge
Tossin they wigs make corpse of kids
Free, O, and Mack Mittens
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I chips and, I'm Sacs Fifth-in
Vuitton loughers, hat drippin
I go retrieve a duck, tell her and suck
I don't just 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
be stupid though, I get scrilla man
I'm man, yeah it's killa Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

[Chorus] - overlaps the end of Cam's

[Dame
y'all thought I was finished?
I'm not! I just recuited new!
I'm the George 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 Jordan with the mob
that be known for breakin hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my ring
Fuck a battle nigga I'ma get them
Rollin with them and them folks up out the Chi
Twista gone make em 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 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 to go into a zone
Takin it to motherfuckers domes
Cause it's on, I will until I'm gone
Fillin my with lead, clutchin chrome
Take it to gut, take it to your chest
I be more provokin when I'm smokin
And we gettin hope you got a vest
Already got them macs, already got 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
Dame Dash, presents the Dream - Part One!
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