Champions Lyrics - Triggernometry - Onyx

[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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[Chorus] 

(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 

[Chorus] 

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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 loser, toughened up, learn to win 

If a clip hold a hundred I'll put a hundred and ten 

The game face bald head niggaz done it again 

Celebratin, takin pictures out in front of the benz 

And still we remain the champions 

In dirty escalades, tinted up with fancy rims 

And still we do the shit that can't be done 

Every word that come out my mouth is an anthem 

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