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[DJ Clue
Yeah... DJ Clue... Storm... The Roc...
shit 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
done my sentence / but committed no crime
I've my sentence / 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, is Dame Dash the CEO
Here to welcome y'all to the Team
What y'all niggaz thought I was gonna Never
I'm just a little mad at comin at my neck
my Team 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 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 you could rap huh? (They didn't)
my motherfuckin producer
This the producer on the Roc, he rap better than rappers!

West]
Well Dame if these niggaz thought they self for a change
Then they can finally figure out how to get they self some change
I done seen jealousy make niggaz do things
How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea never change
That so, worry though, we are the
Spend a lot of time in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of you can't be on
Damn all these fans can't be wrong, B.I.G. you can't be gone
those beats thugs want to rock, make a nigga feal just like 'Pac
Make it but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top
Had the Chi' on lock, when they finally heard our sound Roc
in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeahhhhh
If you feelin this here, throw your hands in the air

[Young Chris - over
Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other baby
And we been shots from all them haters lately
We gettin paper baby, them tryin to keep up
We on top, so I guess we saviors - NOPE!
We as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's colors
Everywhere hell yea, us and the gauges BLOW!
Fuck they hatin fo'? Don't me pop a fella
Roc-A-Fella, a fella, could 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 Roc-A-Fella shit I rock a fella
Dame! (God damn I got this let me talk my shit one time)
No we the illest niggaz; realest, I kill these niggaz!!

[Dame
Now what 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 will assassinate you B, lyrically!
Really shut you the fuck down!! Don't get your ended
us the fuck alone, let us roc!
We are Roc-Heusen, the R., O., C. - HOLLA!

I'm Dame, I'm here, Killa
This is fate, how I would sit on a crate
to tapes everyday a frisk was at stake
Chicks cuffs risk gettin raped my was straight thug
Visit them states them great Michigan lakes
And fuck a bathroom, I on the gate
Flipped a bird outta flip a switch up my plates
I got plans that was better jail
Now we like Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale
Scott, Worthy, Jabbar, and
Oh my god Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve your casket
Feel and Mike, feel Shaq and Kobe
My will de-tatch you homie
And I'm friends with thugs, I endless drugs
For the Roc Fam dog I my love
Jay, Bleek, I'll be crossin the bridge
they wigs make corpse of they kids
Free, O, Sparks and Mittens
I'm 95 south, no doubt, mac in
I stack and, I'm Sacs Fifth-in
Louis Vuitton loughers, hat
I go retrieve a duck, tell her and suck
I don't 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 three felons, gun no
50 cal. A.C.P. Joe
be stupid though, I get scrilla man
I'm for'rilla man, yeah killa Cam
Uhhh... BITCH!

[Chorus] - the end of Cam's verse

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

Everybodys oh my god
the newest power forward of the squad
A legacy like Jordan the mob
be known for breakin motherfuckers hard
Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky
Fuck a battle nigga get them thangs
Rollin with Lords and them folks up out the Chi
Twista make em spit the game
I the mob to the fullest
You don't it with that boy who's known to pull it
With on the track of the Dream Team
I'm to be the shit no matter which way you put it
They a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone
it to some motherfuckers domes
Cause it's on, I will rock I'm gone
Fillin my with lead, clutchin chrome
Take it to your gut, take it to chest
I be more provokin I'm smokin sess
And we stronger hope you got a vest
Already got them macs, got them techs
Served a few dimes, got pearls
we on top of the world
How could you think we can be done
it down because we got champions!!

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