Take it to your gut, take it to your chestĪnd we gettin stronger hope you got a vestĪlready got them macs, already got them techs They blessed a nigga in, now I'm fin' to go into a zoneĬause it's on, I will rock until I'm goneįillin my body with lead, clutchin chrome I'm fin' to be the shit no matter which way you put it With Kanye on the track of the Dream Team You don't want it with that boy who's known to pull it Rollin with them Lords and them folks up out the Chi That be known for breakin motherfuckers hard It's the newest power forward of the squad I'm like the George Steinbrenner of this shit Shit, it had three felons, gun shooters noĭon't be stupid though, I get scrilla man I'm glad they didn't stop that car behind me I don't just beat my cases, I beat 'em up I go retrieve a duck, tell her proceed and suck Tossin they wigs make corpse of they kids Jay, Bleek, beef I'll be crossin the bridge Oh my god it's Magic, Isiah, Dumars, I will carve your casketĪnd I'm friends with thugs, I sell endless drugs Now look we like Bird, Parish, Kevin McHale Visit them states near them great Michigan lakesĪnd fuck a bathroom, I pissed on the gateįlipped a bird outta flip a bird switch up my plates Listen to tapes everyday a frisk was at stakeĬhicks cuffs risk gettin raped my mission was straight thug This is just fate, how I would sit on a crate Really shut you the fuck down! Don't get your career ended I got niggaz that will assassinate you B, lyrically! Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout!Īnd you wonder why I'm proud of my family? No we the illest niggaz realest, I will kill these niggaz! What nigga for Roc-A-Fella shit I will rock a fellaĭame! (God damn Beans I got this let me talk my shit one time) WHAT?! Don't make me chop up fellas, have to call the cops on fellas Roc-A-Fella, stop a fella, could get hot for fellas, SIG! We labelled as the Roc-A-Fellas, Jacob, watch's colorsĮverywhere hell yea, test us and the gauges BLOW!įuck they hatin fo'? Don't make me pop a fella We on top, so I guess we they saviors - NOPE! We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to keep up
Its the Roc-a-Fella label baby fuck them other labels babyĪnd we been duckin shots from all them haters lately If you feelin this here, throw your fuckin hands in the air Had the Chi' on lock, when they finally heard our sound with RocĬame in the game, changed it again, changed everything, yeahhhhh Make it street but it just might pop, make it straight to the mountain top
Make those beats thugs want to rock, make a nigga feal just like 'Pac Spend a lot of time in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be onĭamn all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. That so, worry though, we are the cham-p-ions How the song go, I do a hoe, oh yea shit'll never change I done seen jealousy make niggaz do t-terrible things
We are the champions rocafella how to#
Then maybe they can finally figure out how to get they self some change Well Dame if these niggaz thought about they self for a change This the producer on the Roc, he rap better than most rappers!
Got damn Kanye! I bet niggaz didn't know you could rap huh? (They didn't) No time for losers / cause we are the champions. We are the champions, we are the champions Like we ain't got Beans, Cam, Jay, Bleek, Freeway Like my Team ain't the best in the world. I'm just a little mad at niggaz comin at my neck What y'all niggaz thought I was gonna rap? Never I've done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crimeĪnd we mean to go on and on and on and on I've done my sentence / but committed no crime Time after time / I've done my sentence / but committed no crime
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