Jay-O-Felony - Catch 'Em In The Morning (Jay-Z Diss) lyrics

Jayo Felony Miscellaneous Catch 'Em In The Morning (Jay-Z Diss) [Jayo Felony] One shot...k**, Yeah! Up in the mornin' (up in the mornin') Serve the whole Roc-A-Fella camp like this here (k**a! k**a!) 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 k** 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 sk**s, 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 g**nas ride-ride and smash You can sign Daz and Kurupt I'm still gone bust on yo a** [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 d** 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 n***a 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!