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