Catch `em In The Morning (jay-z Diss) Lyrics

Catch `em In The Morning (jay-z 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!