Champions

[Interlude: DJ Clue]

Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert Storm, the Roc

This shit right here, the Roc army

Dame Dash presents the Dream Team, niggas

Word

[Intro: Dame Dash & DJ Clue]

'Sup y'all?

Yo, this is Dame Dash, the CEO (Haha)

Here to welcome y'all to the Dream Team (Woo)

What, y'all niggas thought I was gonna rap? Never

I'm just a little mad at niggas comin' at my neck like my team ain't the best in the world

You know what I'm sayin'?

Like we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway

[Chorus: DJ Clue]

We are the champions, my friend (C'mon)

And we'll keep on fighting to the end (Dream Team)

We are the champions, we are the champions

No time for losers 'cause we are the champions

Of the world

[Interlude: Dame Dash & Kanye West]

God damn, Kanye

I bet niggas didn't know you could rap huh? (They didn't)

That's my motherfucking producer, this the producer on the Roc

He rap better than most rappers!

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

Well Dame, if these niggas thought about they self for a change

Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self some change

I done seen jealousy make niggas do t-terrible things

How'd that song go I did with Hov? Oh yeah, shit'll never change

That's your worry, though, we are the champions

Spend a lot of time in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on

Damn, all these fans can't be wrong, damn, B.I.G., you can't be gone

Make those beats thugs wanna rock (Yeah), make a nigga feel just like Pac (Yeah)

Make it street, but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top

Had the Chi on lock when they finally heard I signed with Roc

Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeah

If you feeling this here, throw your fucking hands in the air

[Verse 2: Young Chris & Beanie Sigel]

It's the Roc-a-Fella label, baby, fuck them other labels, baby

And we been ducking shots from all them haters lately

We getting paper, baby, them others trying to keep up

We on top, so I guess we they saviors, nope

We labeled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's colors

Everywhere, hell yeah, test us and the gauges blow

Fuck they hatin' for? Don't make me pop a fella

Roc-A-Fella stop a fella, could get hot for fellas, Sig (What?)

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel & Dame Dash]

Don't make me chop up fellas, have to call a cop for fellas

Or the helicopter fellas, nigga

I'm a Roc-A-Fella

What, nigga? for Roc-A-Fella, shit, I will rock a fella (Dame)

Goddamn, Beans, I got this, let me talk my shit one time

No, we the illest niggas, realest, I will kill these niggas

[Interlude: Dame Dash & Cam'Ron]

Now that's what the fuck I'm talking 'bout

And you wonder why I'm proud of my family?

And you wonder why I ain't gotta rap?

I got niggas that'll assassinate you, B, lyrically

Really shut you the fuck down, don't get your career ended

Leave us the fuck alone, let us rock

We are RocHeusen, we're the R-O-C (I'm here Dame, I'm here), holla (Killa)

[Verse 4: Cam'Ron]

This is just fate, how I would sit on a crate

Listen to tapes, every day a frisk was at stake

Jakes' cuffs, wrists getting raped, my mission was straight, to

Visit them states near them great Michigan lakes

And fuck a bathroom, I pissed on the gate

Flipped the bird at em, flip a bird, switch up my plates

I got plans that was better than jail

Now look, we like Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale

Scott, Worthy, Jabbar and Magic, oh my God, it's magic

Isaiah, Dumars, I will carve your casket

Phil, Scottie and Mike, Phil, Shaq and Kobe

My gats will detach you, homie

And I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless drugs

For the Roc Fam, dawg, I extend my love

Jay, Bleek, beef, I'll be crossing the bridge

Tossing they wigs, make corpse of they kids

Free, O, Sparks, and Mack Mittens

I'm 95 South, no doubt, MAC clip in

I stack chips and I'm Saks Fifth-in'

Louis Vuitton loafers, hat dripping

I go retrieve a duck, tell her proceed and suck

I don't just beat my cases, I beat 'em up

My lawyer eat 'em up, put bars behind me

I'm glad they didn't stop that car behind me, shit

It had three felons, gun shooters, no

50 cal. A.C.P., Bazooka Joe

Don't be stupid, though, I get scrilla, man

I'm for realer, man, yeah, it's Killa Cam, uh, Dipset, bitch

[Chorus]

We are the champions, my friend

And we'll keep on fighting to the end

We are the champions, we are the champions

No time for losers 'cause we are the champions

Of the world

[Interlude: Dame Dash]

What, y'all thought I was finished?

I'm not, I just recruited somebody new

I'm like the George Steinbrenner of this shit

I mean I'm rich like him, holla

[Verse 5: Twista]

Everybody's swarming, oh my God

It's the newest power forward of the squad

A legacy like Jordan with the mob

That be known for breaking motherfuckers off

Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky ring

Fuck a battle, nigga, I'ma get them thangs

Rollin' with them Lords and them folks up out the Chi

Twista gon' make 'em spit the game

I represent the mob to the fullest

You don't want it with that boy that's known to pull it

With Kanye on the track of the Dream Team

I'm finna be the shit no matter which way you put it

They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone

Taking it to some motherfuckers domes

'Cause it's on, I will rock until I'm gone

Filling my body with lead, clutching chrome

Take it to your gut, take it to your chest

I be more provoking when I'm smoking sess

And we getting stronger, hope you got a vest

Already got them MACs, already got them TECs

Served a few dimes, Beans got pearl

Legendary, we on top of the world

How could you haters think we can be done?

Hold it down because we are champions

[Chorus: DJ Clue]

We are the champions, my friend

And we'll keep on fighting to the end

We are the champions, we are the champions

No time for losers 'cause we are the champions (Yeah)

Of the world

[Outro: DJ Clue]

Dame Dash presents the Dream Team