Beanie Sigel - Champions lyrics

[Samples from "We Are the Champions" by 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 [Intro: Dame Dash] Sup y'all? Yo, this is Dame Dash the CEO Here to welcome y'all to the Dream Team What y'all n***as thought I was gonna rap? Never I'm just a little mad at n***as 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 [Hook] 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 n***as didn't know you could rap huh? (They didn't) That's my motherf**ing producer This the producer on the Roc, he rap better than most rappers! [Kanye West] Well Dame, if these n***as 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 n***as do t-terrible things How'd that song go I did with HOV, oh yeah -- sh**'ll never change Not to 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 n***a feel 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 I signed with Roc Came in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeahhhhh If you feeling this here, throw your f**ing hands in the air [Young Chris] Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby f** 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 labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's colors Everywhere hell yea, test us and the gauges BLOW! f** 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 a fella, have to call the cop for fellas Order helicopter fellas... NIG-GA! I'm a Roc-A-Fella What n***a for Roc-A-Fella sh** I will rock a fella Dame! (God damn Beans I got this let me talk my sh** one time) No we the illest n***as; realest, I will k** these n***as!! [Dame Dash] Now that's what the f** 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 n***as that will a**a**inate you B, lyrically! Really shut you the f** down!! Don't get your career ended Leave us the f** alone, let us rock! We are Roc-Heusen, we're the R., O., C. - HOLLA! [Cam'Ron] I'm here Dame, I'm here, k**a 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 f** 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; Isiah, 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 d** For the Roc Fam, dog, 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 s** 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 sh**, 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 k**a Cam Uhhh... DIP SET b*tch! [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 sh** I mean I'm rich like him, HOLLA! [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 motherf**ers hard Put Roc-A-Fella on my pinky ring f** a battle, n***a -- I'mma 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 sh** no matter which way you put it They blessed a n***a in, now I'm fin' to go into a zone Taking it to some motherf**ers 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 pearls Legendary we on top of the world How could you haters think we can be done Hold it down because we got champions!!