Tomorrow - Cam'Ron

Uhh, Killa, yo…

You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth

You know what I mean?

Ugh, ugh, you ain’t got ya man here to share it with

Yo, fucked up man, yo

I been on both sides of burglaries, guns out and choked up

Man, this shit’ll get you choked up

I had been shot at, got at, back-stabbed, coked up

Almost doped up, but had no guts

So I pimp all these hoe sluts

When they period come it get slow, but so what

I got big plans to blow up

I’ma love this year, but Blood ain’t here

We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class

To fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash

Little cats, he would see y’all dreams

18 with the 3−18, that’s Blood y’all (Blood y’all…)

He had hot gear, rocks yeah

Now that he’s not here, I feel that it’s not fair

Fuck see him at the crossroads, wanna see him drive across road

Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggas

«My man was a hell of a nigga», swell with the triggers

Whatever ethnic problem dog, better check it

Little Cam, it’s just Bloodshed resurrected

Death to birth, «logic» I said

Four months, got him some head, right in the bed

Listen dog, I’m beyond dead

This ain’t even me spittin', this Derek Michael Armstead

For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up

Keep it here, that’s what’s up, tomorrow’s not promised

To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground

Let’s not wait, get it now, tomorrow’s not promised, no

Yo.

yo, I never had fights in rings

I just had fight for rings, ice and bling

I done spent nights in bings

Now I realized Christ the King, ain’t no righteous thing

But how I get the right to sing?

And the streets be talking like Donahue

Clowns, they belong on Comic View

That’s why the Feds onto you

When they form they assembly’s

You stuck on the block like the Ave. got parenthesis

'Cause everybody gotta war story (shit)

I swear to God, I hear more and more stories (damn)

I’m in Jersey, the crib, 4 stories

Add a fifth one in case the 4th 1 bore me (Killa!)

I done ran through the NBC’s, CBS’s, 3GS's, VVS’s

Baguettes, princess cuts, diamond layers

And I never said, «I'm a player»

But I been down with messy action

Similar to Jessie Jackson, regret what happen

Ma kept resisting, I had to bounce with my shipment

I’m scared of commitment

I’m a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen

Outside, working them pigeons, work on the block

Even put in work with the Glock

Work on the toilet, I’ma workaholic

For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up

Keep it here, that’s what’s up, tomorrow’s not promised

To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground

Let’s not wait, get it now, tomorrow’s not promised, no

For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up

Keep it here, that’s what’s up, tomorrow’s not promised

To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground

Let’s not wait, get it now, tomorrow’s not promised, no