Jackboy – John Gotti Lyrics

[Chorus]
Got a thirty and a forty, ridin’ with lil’ shorty
He geeked up on that woo, he feelin’ like he Tony
I could get you touched, in my county, I’m John Gotti
Niggas tryna run, like trampoline, we catching bodies
Yeah, we smoke just like Marley, chopper tote like they Harleys
Thugging like it’s legal, f**k a judge and a jury
Friends ain’t friends, I was taught that lesson early
Gettin’ it out the mud, niggas try to do you dirty

[Verse 1]
Gunshot, man down, put a nigga in a box
His mama ain’t know, had to hear ’bout it on Fox
Young head buster, leavin’ brains on the block
Teachin’ lessons with the Draco, graduated from the Glock
Never been rich, but I been poor
Before this rap shit, I was kickin’ down doors
You made it sellin’ crack, I used the glizzy with a mask
Go broke again, I swear I put a glizzy on your ass
Spittin’ straight truth like I took a polygraph
Runnin’ to the money while you niggas lollygag
Price on his head, we gon’ pop him like the tag
Have him bleeding like a bitch that’s in need of a pad

[Chorus]
Got a thirty and a forty, ridin’ with lil’ shorty
He geeked up on that woo, he feelin’ like he Tony
I could get you touched, in my county, I’m John Gotti
Niggas tryna run, like trampoline, we catching bodies
Yeah, we smoke just like Marley, chopper tote like they Harleys
Thugging like it’s legal, f**k a judge and a jury
Friends ain’t friends, I was taught that lesson early
Gettin’ it out the mud, niggas try to do you dirty

[Verse 2]
Young John Gotti, in the Masi’ with a shotty
Soon as a nigga slip, I’m right there to catch the body
My nigga 13 itchin’ for his first homi’
He’ll do it on GP, he don’t even need no money
When it’s body gettin’, we hit first like crash dummies
f**k what I got to lose, nigga, that’s just how I’m comin’
Jump out with them choppers, got them pussy niggas runnin’
Marchin’ like a band when that Draco go to drummin’
When that Draco go to spittin’, I’m like murder, kill, kill
Got signed to a deal just to stay ’round with the steel
In the field like for real so it’s f**k how you feel
In the field like for real so it’s f**k how you feel

[Chorus]
Got a thirty and a forty, ridin’ with lil’ shorty
He geeked up on that woo, he feelin’ like he Tony
I could get you touched, in my county, I’m John Gotti
Niggas tryna run, like trampoline, we catching bodies
Yeah, we smoke just like Marley, chopper tote like they Harleys
Thugging like it’s legal, f**k a judge and a jury
Friends ain’t friends, I was taught that lesson early
Gettin’ it out the mud, niggas try to do you dirty

[Outro]
Got a thirty and a forty, ridin’ with lil’ shorty
He geeked up on that woo and he feelin’ like he Tony
I could get you touched, in my county, I’m John Gotti
Niggas tryna run, like trampoline, we catching bodies
Yeah, we smoke just like Marley, chopper tote like they Harleys
f**k a judge and a jury
Friends ain’t your friends, I was taught that lesson early
Niggas try to do you dirty

Blacc Zacc – Who Can I Trust Lyrics

[Intro]
IMixNation for real
Chophouze on the track

[Chorus]
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet

[Verse 1]
I did some things that I’ll never admit
So many times that I wanted to quit
I lost myself, gave my heart to a bitch
I feel like Chief Keef ’cause I’m finally rich
Call up GP, get a pint just to sip, yeah
I’m tryna pour all my pain away
I pop a Perc’ but the pain’ll stay
So many days I ain’t have a way
I gotta watch who I’m with
Had to boss up and I got on my shit
I never switched up, I was always a Crip
So f**k what they say ’cause the Glock on my hip, yeah
Count the backend and I dip
Got straps in the club, got straps in the VIP
They show the fake love when you on your shit
But where was you was when I ain’t have this?
I feel like PD, he my angel
I never wanna be famous
I pray all this money don’t change us
I swear all this money won’t change us
I’m in the stu’ with my banger
I drop a hit, drop a banger
I shoot from all different angles
I shoot at all of you strangers, nigga

[Chorus]
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet

[Verse 2]
Gotta move light when you walk in the streets
Gotta be careful ’cause shit can get deep
You get ate up if they find out you weak
When you got racks ’cause niggas want beef
Been through so much, I can barely get sleep
I feel like the devil is after me
I can’t let it show that it bother me
I be in a daze, I can’t pass the weed
I got a lot on my mind
I think about murder, I think about crime
I think about LiLi just most of the time
‘Cause my baby girl got a hell of a vibe
I got a lot on my plate
I gotta stay up-to-date
I gotta carry this weight
Make sure my family straight
I feel like Lil Zay, he my angel
Love I got for you is dangerous
I’m glad I ain’t get that abortion
So I gotta give you a fortune
Baby mama always had my back
I left her for a bitch that only wanted racks
But you stayed down and I respect that
‘Cause if you did that to me, I couldn’t deal with that

[Chorus]
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet

[Outro]
Chophouze
Hop out the bed and go get some cash, the shit is a must
Yeah, I got a bag and you got a bag, but you ain’t like us
‘Cause I’m in the nosebleeds
Watch how you approach me
‘Cause I’ll give you cold feet
Who can I trust?

Ninjaman Transfer From GP Over Beef With Vybz Kartel

Ninjaman was transferred from GP last week following a beef with Vybz Kartel and other inmates.

The Don Gorgon, who was sentenced to life in prison for murder, was involved in a feud with some other inmates while being housed at the Tower Street Adult Correctional Centre, also known as GP. He was subsequently transferred to the St Catherine Adult Correctional Centre, in Spanish Town. Sources told Dancehall HipHop that Ninjaman got upset because Vybz Kartel and other inmates were allowed to have certain electronics like flat screen TV and DVD players.

“He felt like Kartel was being treated better than him when he is a celebrity too,” sources said. “I think he was denied a request to get a flat screen TV and a DVD player in his quarters and that didn’t sit well with him. So when he complained about it, the other inmates got upset because its bringing too much attention because these things are illegal. It’s like he just came in and want to run the show, but you have to pay your dues.”

RELATED: How Ninjaman Conviction Could Shatter Vybz Kartel Appeal

We’re told that Some inmates are also angry at Ninjaman because he previously disrespected Vybz Kartel in interviews before going to prison and also advocate against a Ministry of National Security initiative to allow inmates to get conjugal visits. “The other men in prison weren’t too happy with him talking bad about Kartel during the Lizard trial and even after the sentence, so there were a lot of bad blood and tensions were high, so that’s why they transfer him to Spanish town to prevent war from breaking out,” sources added. “Plus he was the one who spoke out against inmates being allowed conjugal visits when the National Security Minister said he wanted to humanized inmates. It’s not a good look because now some men sees him as a traitor.”

Ninjaman attorney didn’t deny or confirmed the reports, but reliable police sources told us that the dancehall legend is currently being housed at Spanish Town prison and he is not too happy about it since conditions at that prison is far worse than GP.

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Vybz Kartel Shows Off His Christmas Clarks Collection and His Daughter

Vybz Kartel shows off his Christmas gifts which includes a couple pairs of Desert Clarks and a visit from his daughter.

One of Kartel’s biggest singles of his career is his 2009 mega hit “Clarks” and his love for the iconic show brand has not changed despite seeing him rocking Jordans in prison recently. The Worl’Boss posted photos of some of his unique Desert boots on Instagram last week which arrived at GP just in time for Christmas.

Vybz Kartel laced up his new kicks on Monday for a holiday family visit. His eldest daughter and other members of his family came and visited him at GP. “Adi’Anna n Mommy me choose.. Love my Prinny #1MoreTime,” Kartel wrote on Instagram in the caption of a photo of himself and his daughter. The dancehall star wore all-white for the occasion while rocking a beard. Some of his fans made fun of his struggling afro which stirred up rumors that he is going rasta.

Kartel had a lot of time on his hands yesterday and used it to respond to Alkaline and Tony Matterhorn beef where he trolled the Vendetta deejay for dissing the veteran selector for playing Kartel music at his birthday party in Florida last weekend.

Vybz Kartel Set To Meet Second Daughter For First Time


Vybz Kartel will be meeting his second daughter for the first time.

Since around last year summer, there have been rumors claiming that Vybz Kartel has a second daughter that he has never met. A female posted a video on social media showing off the toddler while proclaiming that the incarcerated deejay is the little girl’s father. At the time Kartel denied the allegations and his common-law wife Shorty refuted the claims. Turns out the female wasn’t lying and now the dancehall star is stepping up to the plate of fatherhood once again.

Vybz Kartel confirmed on Instagram earlier this week that he will be meeting his daughter for the first time ever. “My 2nd daughter.. Never met before.. Hope fi see yuh soon,” he wrote. Sources inside the Gaza told Dancehall HipHop today that he has approved a prison visit for the little girl and her mother to visit him at GP at a date in the near future. “Addi (Vybz Kartel) always take fatherhood very serious, this man love all of his kids equally it doesn’t matter who are their mother,” sources told us.

We’re also told that Kartel is planning to be more involved in his daughter’s life and fully take care of her just like his other four kids. Vybz Kartel currently has three sons with Tanesha “Shorty” Johnson and another daughter with another female.

Back in September, Vybz Kartel posted a photo of himself and his first daughter on IG following a family visit at GP. “Mi n My princess!!! Love you BabyGurl! XOXO,” he wrote. Kartel, born Adidja Palmer is currently waiting on his appeal trial set for February next year in the Jamaica Appeal Court. That will likely be his final chance of securing his freedom following a controversial 2014 murder conviction in the Home Circuit Court.

Jay Critch – Still Sippin (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I pour a 4 I’m leaning
I pour a 8 I’m sleeping
Pour out the pint it’s bleeding
Who got the drank? I need it
Double cup, I got the clean know Imma pour it up
She hate when I’m sipping she know I don’t give a fuck
Don’t touch my cup bitch
Need more seals quick
I can’t spill this, still got a activis
Who dat GP?
A box of the pints in the truck when they call me
I might pull up the rari
Sippin that fanta pardon me
Y’all drinking that garbage ass quality
I got a 2 liter on me
Only pour up with my homies
Don’t ask me if you don’t know me
Slowed up, momma said put that drink shit up
But I’m in love with my cup
I keep sippin and sippin

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
(Yo pass that cup, hey)
Matter fact go make that a double cup
Went and got me two bitches I doubled up
That’s your wifey why she wanna come with us
Let her sip on my cup and she fell in love
I might put my main bitch in Celine
This drank got me deep in my dreams
Fell asleep I was whipping the V
Pull up and I’m making a scene
Why they talking ain’t making no cheese
Your opinion don’t matter to me
Like a farmer I gather the green
Name a young nigga harder than me
She be sucking me up she a leech
Fuck the wave we done started a beach
I’ve been balling lil nigga don’t reach
She keep calling I don’t wanna speak
But I just spent a bag on some feets
Shits might last me a week
Woke up in the Jag with a freak
Cup full of red like it bleed
Then we go hit the stain like bleach
I’m scoring see you in the bleachers
I’m snoring got lean and some reefer
She broke? No I don’t wanna meet her

Still sippin – Jay Critch feat. Rich the Kid lyrics

Lyrics Jay Critch – Still sippin

I pour a 4 I’m leaning
I pour a 8 I’m sleeping
Pour out the pint it’s bleeding
Who got the drank? I need it
Double cup, I got the clean know Imma pour it up
She hate when I’m sipping she know I don’t give a f**k
Don’t touch my cup b***h
Need more seals quick
I can’t spill this, still got a activis
Who dat GP versuri-lyrics.info
A box of the pints in the truck when they call me
I might pull up the rari
Sippin that fanta pardon me
Y’all drinking that garbage a*s quality
I got a 2 liter on me
Only pour up with my homies
Don’t ask me if you don’t know me
Slowed up, momma said put that drink s**t up
But I’m in love with my cup
I keep sippin and sippin.(still sippin)

(Yo pass that cup, hey)
Matter fact go make that a double cup
Went and got me two bitches I doubled up
That’s your wifey why she wanna come with us
Let her sip on my cup and she fell in love
I might put my main b***h in Celine
This drank got me deep in my dreams
Fell asleep I was whipping the V
Pull up and I’m making a scene
Why they talking ain’t making no cheese
Your opinion don’t matter to me
Like a farmer I gather the green
Name a young nigga harder than me
She be sucking me up she a leech
F**k the wave we done started a beach
I’ve been balling lil nigga don’t reach
She keep calling I don’t wanna speak
But I just spent a bag on some feets
Shits might last me a week
Woke up in the Jag with a freak
Cup full of red like it bleed
Then we go hit the stain like bleach
I’m scoring see you in the bleachers
I’m snoring got lean and some reefer
She broke? No I don’t wanna meet herrr.
Jay Critch lyrics
Video sippin

Juicy J – No Look

[Intro]
Ay man, I’ma tell you some real shit
Niggas love ratchet pussy
I’m tellin’ you man
Niggas don’t be wantin’ no good shit man
They like to chase these hoes, spend they money and shit

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Verse 1]
Me and Pat started in the trap
Showed my niggas how to rap
We was in the studio e’rryday gettin’ to it, e’rrbody had them a strap
E’rrbody had them a zip
I was gettin’ top in the whip
Butt naked hoes everywhere do a line of that shit now them hoes wanna strip
Used to keep 50 in the clip
Now I get 50 just to sit up in the VIP
Bitch I don’t want no lip
‘less you finna put it on the tip
I can’t find this paper in a book
I get chose by hoes, one look
I get chose, I ain’t even been around
That’s what we call no look

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Verse 2]
Bankroll lookin’ like a Bible
I be lookin’ like a nigga idol everyday
Can’t ride my wave like a tidal
Flooded out the Rolly, put the diamonds in the face
No look call me CP
Bitch on me like a glove no GP, (whoa)
She gon’ show me love off the [?] (smash)
Played that ho like a motherfuckin’ CD
Niggas wanna be me
Then they find out this pimpin’ ain’t easy
Shoes on 4G’s, no 4LTE I’m blessed not holy
I can’t trust these bitch ass niggas that be workin’ with the police
Shorty come get these nuts in your mouth, then you ride like a pony

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

Roc Marciano – Already (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

[Verse 1]
Titanium timepiece, dimepiece between the sheets with body heat
Maserati’s not leased
Cock the pump shottie, it make your body leak
Not your main hottie, she kinda knock-kneed
Mahogany woodgrain all in the five speed
Silk lay on me, pray for me
8 million stories in the naked city
The humidity it made the titties oil
Skin is salty, it’s sultry, can’t fault me
For all this ice on me I’m tryna stay frosty
Smokin’ lah out in Bogotá
The focus, niggas lookin’ like smokers in the eyes
You poked and left immobilized where the vultures fly
I’m bout to cop a home in Oceanside
Sky Dweller’s frozen in time, my mind’s a goldmine
You washed and left to dry on the clothesline
Hoes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line
Bring you closer to God, caught you laying low out in Omaha
Oh my god
Don’t start me [?]
Omar scar [?]
Send your family a nice postcard

[Chorus]
Pimpstead (already), get the bag (already)
New whips (already), all my hoes (already)
See my team (already), I been a G (already)
Light the weed (already), nigga we (already)
Yeah nigga (already, already)
How the fuck we get down boy (we already, already)

[Verse 2]
Kiss the ring, million dollar ding-a-ling swing
I’m just gettin’ back in the swing of things
My jeans fit me like Springsteen
Bring M16s I might need a spring cleaned
I’m tryna hear these niggas sneakers squeak
Think it’s sweet get your street sweeped
Sweep you off your feet, that’s off GP
Squeeze three at your Bentley GT
With the drum my queen Sheila E
The whips ceiling-free, rip the brick up like cream of wheat
We the team to beat
The fans demand new work, but I’m a man of few words
Your tool don’t burst if so then who heard, your view’s blurred
I couldn’t speak, the OG said chew your food first
Spoon was burnt, my shoes is worth an MF DOOM verse
Niggas they claim they ain’t rappers doin’ all the rappin’ (how that work?)
Niggas sayin’ they got cash and I’m saying they catfish
Ain’t none of that shit off Saks Fifth
No respectable establishment carries this
Save yourself the embarrassment, you shallow
When it comes to this apparel, you not parallel
You still in my shadow, ho nigga stealin’ my swag though
Now I know just how Satchmo felt