[DJ Clue *echoes*]   Yeah... DJ Clue... Desert Storm... The Roc...   This shit right here... The Roc Army...   Dame Dash Presents... The Dream Team niggaz...   Word...      [samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Dream Team w/ permission of Queen]   Time after time / I've done my sentence / but committed no crime   I've done my sentence / but committed no crime   I've done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime   And we mean to go on and on and on and on      [Dame Dash: speaking over Queen samples]   Sup y'all? Yo, this is Dame Dash the CEO   Here to welcome y'all to the Dream Team   What y'all niggaz thought I was gonna rap? Never   I'm just a little mad at niggaz comin at my neck   like my Team ain't the best in the world... y'knahmsayin?   Like we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway      [Chorus: exactly mirrors chorus of Queen's "We Are the Champions"]   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      [Dame Dash]   Got damn Kanye! I bet niggaz didn't know you could rap huh? (They didn't)   That's my motherfuckin producer   This the producer on the Roc, he rap better than most rappers!      [Kanye West]   Well Dame if these niggaz 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 niggaz do t-terrible things   How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'll never change   That so, worry though, we are the cham-p-ions   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 want to rock, make a nigga feal just like 'Pac   Make it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top   Had the Chi' on lock, when they finally heard our sound with Roc   Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeahhhhh   If you feelin this here, throw your fuckin hands in the air      [Chorus]      [Young Chris - over Chorus]   Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other labels baby   And we been duckin shots from all them haters lately   We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to keep up   We on top, so I guess we they saviors - NOPE!   We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's colors   Everywhere hell yea, test us and the gauges BLOW!   Fuck they hatin fo'? Don't make me pop a fella   Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, could get hot for fellas, SIG!!!      [Beanie Sigel]   WHAT?! Don't make me chop up fellas, have to call the cops on fellas   Order helicopter fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a Roc-A-Fella   What nigga for Roc-A-Fella shit I will rock a fella   Dame! (God damn Beans I got this let me talk my shit one time)   No we the illest niggaz; realest, I will kill these niggaz!!      [Dame Dash]   Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout!   And you wonder why I'm proud of my family?   And you wonder why I ain't gotta rap?   I got niggaz that will assassinate you B, lyrically!   Really shut you the fuck down!! Don't get your career ended   Leave us the fuck alone, let us roc!   We are Roc-Heusen, we're the R., O., C. - HOLLA!      [Cam'Ron]   I'm here Dame, I'm here, Killa   This is just fate, how I would sit on a crate   Listen to tapes everyday a frisk was at stake   Chicks cuffs risk gettin raped my mission was straight thug   Visit them states near them great Michigan lakes   And fuck a bathroom, I pissed on the gate   Flipped a bird outta 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, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve your casket   Feel Scotty and Mike, feel Shaq and Kobe   My gats will de-tatch you homie   And I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless drugs   For the Roc Fam dog I extend my love   Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be crossin the bridge   Tossin 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 Sacs Fifth-in   Louis Vuitton loughers, hat drippin   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'rilla man, yeah it's killa Cam   Uhhh... DIPSET BITCH!      [Chorus] - overlaps the end of Cam's verse      [Dame Dash]   What y'all thought I was finished?   I'm not! I just recuited somebody new!   I'm like the George Steinbrenner of this shit   I mean I'm rich like him, HOLLA!      [Twista]   Everybodys swarmin oh my god   It's the newest power forward of the squad   A legacy like Jordan with the mob   that be known for breakin motherfuckers hard   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 gone make em spit the game   I represent the mob to the fullest   You don't want it with that boy who's known to pull it   With Kanye on the track of the Dream Team   I'm fin' to be the shit no matter which way you put it   They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone   Takin it to some motherfuckers domes   Cause it's on, I will rock until I'm gone   Fillin my body with lead, clutchin chrome   Take it to your gut, take it to your chest   I be more provokin when I'm smokin sess   And we gettin stronger hope you got a vest   Already got them macs, already got them techs   Served a few dimes, Beans got pearls   Legendary we on top of the world   How could you haters think we can be done   Hold it down because we got champions!!      [Chorus]      [DJ Clue]   Dame Dash, presents the Dream Team - Part One!