Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tomorrow, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tomorrow |
| 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 |