We Are The Champions Lyrics

We Are The Champions lyrics

I am the champion my friend

And i'll keep on fighting 'till the end

I am the champion

I am the champion

Don't end for loser cos I am the champion





[The Game]

Guess whos back in a son of a bitch

Underground king with a gun on his hip

Not the UGK like bun b and pimp c

But I got the ghost unit bumpin in my bently

Ain't shit changed with the guts in a range

And no more Lloyd Banks,Tony Yayo and Young Buck in my lane

I'm a hood nigga for real mothafuck the fame

Nigga I'ma get mine

You can hate it or love it but it's a thin line

Between G Unot and G Unit

Nigga talk shit catch one in the hip

Fuck beef for the rhyme

50 forgot about his but I took mine

I showed you all 5 but he never took 9

He rap like Trina blah blah blah

Ok, shut up 

Let us see the wound

Show it to the world

He got shot in the mouth and cried like a girl 

You sing like a girl

And I gangbang so hard it'll bring back curls

I'm tellin' your fan don't believe that shit

Tryna beef with The Game like he that sick

You movie was trash and I went to see that shit

With a camera and got it on DVD that quick

Chicken Little and Harry Potter

The bootleg hell yeah we got 'em

Two movies 15 dollars with no numbers on the bottom

Hahahahahahaha.........

Chicken Little ghetto pimp!



I am the champion my friend

And i'll keep on fighting 'till the end

I am the champion

I am the champion

Don't end for loser cos I am the champion

Of the world, yeah!