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[Chorus]We the champions, we the champions, we the champions |
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Doin what they said can't be done, doin what they said can't be done |
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We the champions, we the champions, we the champions |
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Doin what they said can't be done, doin what they said can't be done(X1) |
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We bringin it home, playin like |
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Shaq and Kob' |
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Cash to blow, trees lit, glass of mo |
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Various styles, crossin like |
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Darius Miles |
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Lockin it down, the game got me leery to smile |
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Movin too slow, gettin tired, pick up the flow |
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Passin go, two bricks to get in the goal |
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Pushin that weight, front line like |
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Michigan State |
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Jail board, punk players gettin bumps on their face |
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The strong survive, shorty wanna jump in the ride |
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Lovin my life, that's why |
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I gotta spit it through mics |
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Halftime, smoke break, |
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I need somethin to light |
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Game over, niggaz goin home losers tonight[Chorus](Fredro Starr) |
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Call me the first draft pick of this rap shit |
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Runnin the block like a runnin back duckin from d's |
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Get knocked on the fifty yard line with hard time |
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Side lines flooded with drops, cops is the ref |
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New York is like a contact sport, we play to the death |
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Money to floss, hos play off a nigga cost |
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Only rollin with the winners, not the team that lost |
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The game is wild, |
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I'm like Ray |
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Louis on trial |
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Flagrant fouls, hit with techs in the fort down |
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Connects get intercept for their coke in the first round |
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Be the game most rival thug, rhyme on thug |
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Blowin ya amps, |
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Onyx is the |
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Eastcoast champs[Chorus](Sticky Fingaz) |
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It's Sticky |
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Fingaz, holla, let me know you heard me |
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My team dirty, scuffed up timbs and black jerseys |
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Bulletproof pads, face masks and no mercy |
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Cooler full of henny and sprite for when |
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I'm thirsty |
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I'm a sore lo |
