[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 lo