ReadMoreAbout.nethttp://www.readmoreabout.net/Copyright ReadMoreAbout.netsNewsLutam gradom, mrkli mrak nema svetla, nema nikoga, aha mislis na mene, pricas o meni Jugoslovenka, aha Ja sam tako, tako lepa tako ljupka i vesela inteligentna, prepotentna ja sam prava Jugoslovenka, aha mislis na mene, pricas o meni Jugoslovenka Imam samo sesnaest leta tako mlada, a vec sve znam a vidi samo kako se nosim imam plavi pramen u kosi, aha mislis na mene, pricas o meni Jugoslovenka, Jugoslovenka Jugoslovenka, JugaTue, 04 Sep 2007 15:35:00 +0000http://www.readmoreabout.net/mp3s/models-jugoslovenka/http://www.readmoreabout.net/mp3s/models-jugoslovenka/Lyric Wu-Tang Clan - Back In The Game link.txt"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!" Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!) It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work We took time off, while other rappers got jerked Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now And as we step in the door, we cause panic Yep, the usual suspects, we at it Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me - always have and will be Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke Searchin for a quick antidote Mo' money, mo' problems to cope We were at the same table when the chips were checked A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+ Just when you thought we would fold our hand Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans It was live on air but in between station breaks I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes Split the demos, put insurance on tapes A safeguard against the crusaders in capes If I double down they say the Gods are sharks If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu While the dealer promoted the full house venue A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds The high roller who got credit upon signin They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle Recourse of bluff game's your muscle - 0.75X Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!") Shit's bout to change.. Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch Banana coat matchin with the ratchet Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin Buried you alive, left your whore cryin We on your floor look more doors Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process Everybody switched they names like Whatcha call it, any fast (?) It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power Proof that power plastered divine classical lines Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable Now niggaz with the radical shines It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C. World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit {*Ron Isley ad libs to fade*} blok.txtSun, 19 Aug 2007 00:15:01 +0000http://www.readmoreabout.net/mp3s/wu-tang-clan-back-in-the-game/http://www.readmoreabout.net/mp3s/wu-tang-clan-back-in-the-game/Lyric Wu-Tang Clan - Bells Of War link.txtCut it off... Verse One: U-God Yeah, yo Give me the cue Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin' weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Beijing When we touch down you crown renowned kings Verse two: Method Man There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt madmen But not these, we profound hardcore sound To MC's thumbs down, prepare Killa bees it be warfare, this the year Niggas gotta take you off of here, hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stares The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flare, truth or dare Ask yourself can you compare to these niggas in the hood, Johnny B. Good or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical Verse Three: RZA You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting You gots to be kidding, yo It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions Wack MC's only lasted one season The morale was low at the corral Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah All that other bullshit ain't permissable Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible Illegible, every egg ain't edible My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia And free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin' We came to punish the glutton with a substance That can't be contained, Wu-Tang Motherfuckers We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club Y'all all in the back Scared to speak the speak cause you scared Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is All you been seeing is upsets in the boxing shit right It's like come on man This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmmmhmmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holyfield Holyfield Yeah, word up Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight He ain't fighting McDermit He ain't fightin? Nope Whattup? You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did? Told them he cut his eye, in sparring Verse Five: Ghostface Killah Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the Monopoly king, Slavic poetry Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless Outro: RZA You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean? It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible) Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W You gonna get down with that W That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin' way We got the medicine for yo' sickness Out here, ya knowhatImean? I was telling Shorty like -- Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD And you'll get all the education you need this year YouknowhatImean? (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit) Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God Niggas can't fuck with these lyrics God YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean? (Oh hell no, none of this shit) C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggas (Niggas can't even understand half this shit) Nah (man, no) I think niggas ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even comin out until Two Thousand YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet You hear, we gonna bring a comet (Check for that shit in the millenium) YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggas man (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man Born Gods is here (Born God) blok.txtSun, 19 Aug 2007 00:15:01 +0000http://www.readmoreabout.net/mp3s/wu-tang-clan-bells-of-war/http://www.readmoreabout.net/mp3s/wu-tang-clan-bells-of-war/Lyric Wu-Tang Clan - Bring Da Ruckus link.txt Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Ghostface, Catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' however, I master the trick just like Nixon, causin' terror, quick damage your whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas I watch my back like I'm locked down Hardcore hittin' sound, watch me act bugged and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin' gold, no doubt and you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that carryin' gats but yo, my Clan's rollin' like forty Macs Now your act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo suuuuuuuuu, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react, what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus I rip it hardcore like porno-flick bitches I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin' Wu-Tang slang, I'll leave your headpiece hangin' Bust this, I'm kickin' like Segall Out For Justice The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue Murder-one - my style shot your knot like a stun-gun I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness, set it on the microphone, and competition get blown by this nasty-ass nigga with my nigga - the RZA, charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga So bad stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab I scream on your ass like your dad: "bring it on..." Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops I break loops and trample shit while I stomp! A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp, creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous and more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin' through your back, *swish* givin' by-standers heart-attacks Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him? I blow up his fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so fuck it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame Who's sellin' gain I'm givin' out a deadly game It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette Slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring da fuckin' ruckus... Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus So bring it on...(X7) Punk Nigga! blok.txtSun, 19 Aug 2007 00:15:01 +0000http://www.readmoreabout.net/mp3s/wu-tang-clan-bring-da-ruckus/http://www.readmoreabout.net/mp3s/wu-tang-clan-bring-da-ruckus/Lyric Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. link.txtIntro: Raekwon The Chef and Method Man What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit) (Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives runnin ova here baby Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up Knawhatimean? (Cash Rules Everything Around Me Cash Rules, word up) Yea, check this ol' fly shit out Word up (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we, here we go (dolla, dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! Verse 1: Raekwon The Chef I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive on second hands Moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin wit this one And that one, pullin out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend Started smokin woolies at 16 And running up and gates, and doing hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all Stickin' up white boys on ball courts My life got no betta, same damn 'lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route SO I GOT WIT A SICK ASS CLIQUE AND WENT ALL OUT! Catchin keys from across seas Rollin in MVP's, every week we made 40 g's Yo nigga respect time, or anger the tech-9 Ch-chick-POW, move from the gate now Chorus: Method Man Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dolla, dolla bill y'all Verse 2: Inspectah Deck It's been 22 long, hard years of still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not... could not... The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin -- going up state's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base Smokin bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Chorus -- 3X blok.txtSun, 19 Aug 2007 00:15:01 +0000http://www.readmoreabout.net/mp3s/wu-tang-clan-cream/http://www.readmoreabout.net/mp3s/wu-tang-clan-cream/