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Big Mike And Papoose: March Madness Pt. 3 (Bootleg), Various Artists
Big Mike And Papoose: March Madness Pt. 3 (Bootleg)
Release type: Bootleg
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Release date:

2007

 
Duration: 76:09  
Size, Mb: 83,42  
Bitrate:

176

 
Price for album: 2.24 (discount 20%)  

 
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Tracklist
Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
The Nacirema Intro Lyrics 00:36 192 0,78 0.10
2
Brooklyn (World Premiere) Lyrics 03:17 160 3,61 0.10
3
Its Over (Laughin All The Way To The Bank) Lyrics 04:16 144 4,15 0.10
4
Exclusive Interview (Speaks On Young Buck Leaving G Unit & The Fall Of G Unit) Lyrics 08:06 128 6,71 0.10
5
Straight To The Bank Lyrics
[intro]
when I'm out in ny boys blunts and phillies
when I'm out in LA boys wraps and swishes

[bidge]
now blow walk to this,now crip walk to this
now throw it up raise it up for that gangsta shit
now blow walk to this,now crip walk to this
now throw it up raise it up for that gangsta shit

[verse 1]
im in my lambo maggot
my fo fo fagget
doors cliffed up im like go go gadget
see this shit I got on
homie i'd hate to
my teflon on boy my goverment issue
I hit your vertebrate,bullet went through tissue
your wife on the food talk huggin her shit soon
homie you a bitch you got feminime ways
heard you got four lips and bled for seven days
I got four fifths and bananas on the case
they got more whips than a runaway slave
me and yayo go back like so hard tough days
when I made 50 mil m got paid
when I made 60 mil dre got paid
when I made 80 mil Jimmy got paid
I aint even got to rap
now life is made
said I aint even got to rap, im filthy man


[chorus]
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this [hahahahahahahahahahaha]x4
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this

[verse 2]
I think nothin but hundred dollar bills on the bank role
I got the kind of money that the bank cant hold
got off the street movin mongoose and hoes
seven three capris old school
when I role ways pass fuck the toe
no more paltinum im wearing gold
im internationally known as the kid with the flow that brings enough dough
theres never enough dough shit I need more
get that shit out the stove baby blue was dough
fresh off the flow stash blocks by the dash
some by the wall make the purple bring the green and fuck the law
im also raw im hot im sure im like the coolest motherfucka around the globe boy
I sent the club on fire I told ya im the general saluting his soldiers

[chorus]
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this [hahahahahahahahahahaha]x4
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this

[verse 3]
now work it out now
shortie work it out, I want see you brake it down
now back it up now ,you know what im about
just like I banked yo behind and im out
now work it out now, work it out
work it out, now work it out now, work it out, work it out
02:58 144 3,03 0.10
6
Bodybags (Tony Yayo Diss) Lyrics 04:37 160 4,80 0.10
7
Suga Dooga Lyrics 03:59 192 5,06 0.10
8
Streets Gonna Love Me Lyrics 03:38 192 4,70 0.10
9
Favorite Things Lyrics 04:03 192 5,17 0.10
10
Upgrade You Lyrics 03:43 144 3,78 0.10
11
My Thang Lyrics 02:52 144 2,89 0.10
12
Shine Lyrics 02:18 160 2,39 0.10
13
Leave Me Alone Lyrics 01:54 208 2,63 0.10
14
U Can't Fake Consistency Interlude Lyrics 00:27 192 0,60 0.10
15
Victory 2007 Lyrics
If I made a title that offend the whole industry
Would ya'll all say my title in your interviews?
If I came out dissin everyone of ya'll
Would I sell as much records as these other dudes?
If I said I was retiring but never left
Woulda ya'll all show me love when I come back?
If I ran the streets for the past two years
Would you respect me or would you say fuck pap?

Yo where my thugs at?
Cock ya guns back
My headphones ain't loud, yo turn up the track
Ok bump that
Homie I run rap
I add on to the game, you niggas subtract
Yo where my bloods at?
Throw it up, blat
Yo where my cause' at?
He cut you, cut em back
They said they tough cats
But they some rugrats
I drop em off on the block, and make them pump packs
Owe me a couple stacks
He tried to duck pap
I sent a shot at his ass
And told him duck that

[x2:]
Ayo bump that
Bump this
Stay hot
What's this
He broke
He rich
Homie we run this
It's a new era
Your heart pumpin in fear
2007 the god number is here

The stronger I become the more ya'll weaken
So when I'm at full power your gonna be a weaklin
If my heart still beatin and my lungs still breathin
My brain still thinkin ain't none of ya'll eatin
Over my dead body and my blood still bleedin
I'm a rap rebel
Clap with' black metal
Look into my eyes, realize what pap symbol
Lies but wise got pride is that visual
Nah I don't slap high five with you
Hot side guys
It's not my vibe
You just not my size
I cock my 9
Cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times
I cock pistols back and clap missles
Black it's that simple

[x2:]
Bump that
Bump this
Stay hot
What's this
He broke
He rich
Homie we run this
This a new era
Your heart bumpin in fear
2007 the god number is here

Hate when the cops keep printin me each of them bums
Bendin up my index finger and squeezin my thumb
I'm lookin at him hoping he get it done
Them new fingerprinting machines in the precent is dumb
Through the speakers I come
With the weed in my lungs
You ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums?
They scheming on you
And you scheming on them
Then you realize the nigga who you be with is one
Hell of a big pussy why you beefin with son?
He keep tappin you tellin you they reached for a gun
But he lying he just lookin for a reason to run
Ever catch you on the block?
I beat you like them african boys be beatin them drums
Why would I start eating with them and they starvin
Might as well say I'm feeding these bums
I don't like them niggas
I be talking greasy to them
They say pap a slick talker
That boy got grease on his tongue
I'm the real beast from the east I'm not done
The most official spitting the swift musician
That's if you listen
It's a simple mission at his? it's his decision
Cause my intuition end a vision
It's benefiting all my men and women
Who doin' bids in a mental prison
But if you wishing to get the griping and since you tripin
We gon blast till it's the end of class
With quick collision
Cut you from ear to ear
Give incisions
Eat your food like it's nutrition
[? ]
I can give you wisdom
Cause it's tradition
But if you dissing
I can switch positions
[? ]
I don't care if it's linen or if it's denim
I grip the lemon
Squeeze hit em my enemies
Rip em with venom in em
Likely to hit the ism after I send you spinnin
03:40 160 4,12 0.10
16
Guns & Shanks (Not On Album) Lyrics 02:40 192 3,37 0.10
17
The Game Changed Lyrics 02:07 176 2,55 0.10
18
I'm Back Lyrics 01:54 160 2,14 0.10
19
Stuck To U Lyrics 02:38 160 2,93 0.10
20
Ratchet Out Lyrics 02:52 160 2,96 0.10
21
Lean Lyrics 00:58 160 1,11 0.10
22
Reppin Time Lyrics 03:11 160 3,43 0.10
23
Together Forever Lyrics 03:35 144 3,44 0.10
24
I Did It Lyrics 01:44 176 2,09 0.10
25
The Best There Is Lyrics 02:37 160 2,93 0.10
26
Hiphop Lyrics 02:45 160 3,16 0.10
27
Freestyle Lyrics 00:33 176 0,71 0.10
28
The American Dream (Outro) Lyrics 01:08 160 1,28 0.10