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  • Текст песни Jayo Felony - Catch 'Em In The Morning (Jay-Z Diss)



    [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!