Champions

Lyrics

[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