The Champions lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
What up squiddy
This ya cat weezy baby
Here to speak on tha sqad IE young money
Ya'll n*ggas gotta feel me man
Even peep where I'm at
See what I see
Like my muthaf*ckkin young team ain't the f*ckin best n*ggga
Like I ain't got gutta
Like I ain't got nut
Like I ain't got dizzy
Like I ain't got yo
Like I ain't got me n*gga
What the f*ck wrong with you calm ass
pus*y ass, b*tch ass n*ggas
This sh*t right here is young money
This marks the first f*ckin day of closure
For the rest of you b*tch n*ggas
If you ain't young money or cash money
You ain't seein money n*gga
That's how the sh*t go
We here to take this sh*t
I'm charged lawd, i'm charged
n*gga, we gonna kick this sh*t off
I got my producer bout to start this sh*t off
My producer on the track plus spinnin'
Eat them n*ggas up rod
[Verse 1: Raj Smoove]
Damn wayne n*ggas need to stop
Think about the sqad for a change
We the sh*t n*gga stackin chips
What makes you think we gon change
I'm in the lab doin beats
Stay in the streets pushin thangs
Watch when the album drops
Come spring we gon be pushin thangs
Cycle wood that's my click linked with the sqadren
Damn all these hoes can't be wrong
Jock cause me whole team so strong
1 was approved
2 was approved
3 guarenteed our spot
4 put the game on lock
Sqad 5 all in ya back BIOTCH!!!!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It's the young money squiddy sqad
f*ck dem otha n*ggas boi
And we been hearin a bunch of n*ggas dissin hard
And we been givin di*k to otha n*ggas broads
And we been makin chips while otha n*ggas starve
It's young weezy baby
Blacks in me 80
Rap don't really faze me
This mack and pimpin pays me
I tax my b*tches daily
With the game i shot
It's young money and the game is ours BIOTCH!!!!
[Verse 3: T-Streets]
I'm a young n*gga, yellow n*gga, skinny n*gga, mellow n*gga, what
Any n*gga get it it's whatever
I'm a rebel, i'm a devil, i'm a f*ckin paper boy (what)
Bustas best avoid
This the level that them othas can't pedal this the sqad up on me (what)
Got sqad up on me
We sqad up on you
And ride with the chrome me
Die for the hommies
Recognize the moment SQAD UP PEOPLE!!!!

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
BIOTCH!! this is young money like i said n*gga
Led by the n*gga FeFe
Led by the muthaf*ckkin Birdman
Led my the muthaf*ckkin n*gga weezy baby
Led by the n*gga supa busta
Led my the n*gga Ce Ce's a leo
n*gga holla at ya f*ckin dude
Get at ya boy
I'm not f*ckin finished i got my young n*gga Gudda Gudda
All the streets love him

[Verse 4: Gudda Gudda]
This is ya gangsta
Gun em down bang em and shake em
f*ck was you thinkin you headed for danger
My city is tanted where slum is a villager
b*tches, runnin and dealin this crack by they cylicone
This is the sqad a fellions
Grind for many, tha sky the limit
Speed through in 5 and sixes
sh*tin on b*tches and hittin at snitches we diggin ya ditches
Cheese love when gutta be spitin cause gutta be sh*ttin
Don't get it twisted with this cause gutta be clickin
Two tips stuck ta ya fitted ya body be missin
Loose lips stick out b*tches don't botha a n*gga
Loose ship down to tha fishes bottle of rivers
Cool whip under ya shirt ohh desert
Too gutta for this earth
Dude deserve it
Move under influence of earth
High as f*ck
The champions is sqad up, gutta gutta
[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
We are the f*ckin champions n*ggA!
This is f*ckin young mushu
I swear ta god i'm charged lawd
Sqad up, I.E. young money biotch!
In ya back, snacky snack
Wayne here, Tatrice i see ya, wessy west
Holla at ya dude
My muthaf*ckin D boys biotch
I feel it, i feel it i swear ta god
Ya'll know it wouldn't be right without ya boy

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
This is the sqad, this is the mob
You lookin for a pimp b*tch this is the guy
This is the guy that her girlfriend ride
Put the triggers up high, by the triggas we die
And a n*gga be jived to tha killing insides
Kill him inside, kill him in ride like
Should a man die, real men survive
In the middle of the field there will be sqad like
What it is parner i'm a squadren
Hardly seein n*ggas they ain't up to my standards
??? we do is sit in here in a cut back caddie
??? to a b*tch ain't runnin my habbit
??? to a switch, what are my habbits
I'm a muthaf*ckin urban legend
Urban stress bring purpleness, murder Rabbit
Ask ya b*tch you probably heard i stabbed it
Eagle street is the turf i'm reppin
Weezy wee from the murder capi-tol
Easily get a bird ta crack a 2
We tha sh*t watch word get back ta you
Hot n*gga wayne, pop n*gga frame
Though papa been a while put the thang on a chop scame thang
Watch homboys drop everythang
Better not got a dame, i'm a make fa sho she
Do her thang when she get up in my range and
Give me her c*ck, i give her brain that hoe
I'm not playin this is how the game go
I'm not playin this is how the game go
This is how the young money thang go
Fe see you, Su see you, ??? see you
Gutta, Streets, Nut, Diz, J, Yo
Where you at Rodrick on the track
Holla back BIOTCH!!!!