Lyrics Tomorrow - Cam'Ron

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