Catch Em In The Morning Jayz Diss lyrics

[Jayo Felony]
One shot...kill, Yeah! Up in the mornin` (up in the mornin`)
Serve the whole Roc-A-Fella camp like this here (killa! killa!)
All the money in the world couldn`t save y`all from the sad whoopin` (let`s get it ridin`)
Keep shadow boxin` and practicin`
But it ain`t gone help ya
Cuz it`s all natural, keep all terrain
They wonder where did I get the heart to check ya, neglect ya
Don`t get caught up in my set no Roc-A-Fella disrespecta
It`s on and ain`t no turnin` back, I bang while I`m tellin` this
I`m about to put hit out in a form while I`m usin` my alias
I keep but by then, SD we ride in
Got `em wonderin` how ya one shot kill just slide in
I`m like mama feel me, just look at what I did
Help Beanie and Memphis Bleek over on Coronado Bridge
And y`all both supposed to be deceased before the police come and find me
Got your own homies screamin`, `Bullet Loc we love that money`
No advantage by disturbin` now we get the same cash
For my skills, I kidnapped Amil in bang dash
Caught up Russell Simmons, quickly collected my ransom
Put a straight jacket on me cuz I`m throwin` a tantrum
Me and my Dulo gangbangas ride-ride and smash
You can sign Daz and Kurupt I`m still gone bust on yo ass

[Hook: x2]
Y`all better tell Jay-Z I catch `em in the mornin`
Loco Recordship and platinum Roc-A-Fella is gone then
Call up my hood if it`s on, it`s on then
Y`all been perpetratin` cheese, y`all the wrong men

[Jayo Felony]
They skip to this and hop
They crip to this and drop
They top and pop they collas
Homies in Impalas
Yeah she look like a dime but hotta than a hot model
But she always bring her smoke and her own bottle
I fear nothing to keep
Comin` with heat I hit the street
Enemy goals come at me foul
I bust `em in they bowels
It`s nothing to slay my comp, but do away with these scrubs
Carry `SD` on my shoulders, money, diamonds and drugs
They go from broke and don`t get choked out, let my locs out
Dulo gang rida doped out, with a smoke out
I`m like Tyson, man I make you all start singin` then retire
I cuss like Richard Pryor, voice strong as a choir
I`m in a rage ridin` for life and Roc-A-Fella can`t calm me
Instead tryin` of building an army why they tryin` to disarm me?
But I`m still laughin` while I got `em duckin` and runnin`
Don`t get scared now the new album Crip Hop comin`

[Hook: x2]
Y`all better tell Jay-Z I catch `em in the mornin`
Loco Recordship and platinum Roc-A-Fella is gone then
Call up my hood if it`s on, it`s on then
Y`all been perpetratin` cheese, y`all the wrong men

[Jayo Felony]
I`m all up in NYC this NAC
Saw a fat girl named Beanie up in MTV
What`s happenin` cuz, what up money?
This fo we crip Piiiiimp, `fore I blink this nigga dip
I expect that ho like you`ve been known to run off
I would of took flight if you would have sneezed or cough
And the females that was wit it was like `Money was scared yo`
Cuz they all know Bullet Loc from the big 4-0
Talkin` about on Sunset he runs sets
I`m like cuz, it ain`t one set on Sunset, what the hell is that?
Y`all singin` about `Changin` the Game`
I`ma have you changin` ya name
Cuz, get back before I pop ya brains
Always mean what I say, and I stay Blued UP!
You make 9 songs in 2 days and still can`t fade `Trued up`
Come and see a real rida on yo block is where I pot at
You can`t even rock Marcy without gettin` shot at
And that`s that!
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