Song Lyrics

{*singer harmonizing*}

[Cam'ron over singer]
Uhh, Killa, yo ..
You got to wonder man, what is all this s*** really worth,
Why'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share
It wit, yo, f***ed up man, yo ..

[Cam'ron]
I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up
Man, this s***'ll get you choked up
I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, 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 gra**, plus hash, cut cla**
To f*** a**, dough, we had enough cash
Little cats, he would see our dreams
Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's blood why'all
(blood why'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah
Now that he's not here I feel that it's not fair
F*** see 'em at the crossroads, want to see 'em drive across roads
Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few n****z
"My man was a hell of a n****," (?) wit the triggers
Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it
Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected
Death to (?), "logic" I said
Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed
Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead
This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead

[Chorus]
For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up
They been here, that's wha**up, tomorrow's not promised
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's not promised

[Cam'ron]
Yo .. yo, I never had fights in rings
I just had fights 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 talkin like Donahue
Clowns, they belong on Comic View
That's why the feds onto you
When they form they a**embly's
You stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis
Course everybody gotta war story (s***)
I swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)
I'm in Jersey, the crib, four stories
Add a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!)
I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's
Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers
And I never said "I'ma player"
But I been down wit messy action
Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen
Ma kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my s*** man
I'm scared of commitment
I'm a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen
Outside, workin and pitchin, work on the block
Even put the work on the glock
Work on the toilet, I'ma work-a-holic

[Chorus] - 2X w/ Cam'ron adlibs

[singer sings until fade]

Cam'ron Giles, Eldra Debarge, Eldra P De Barge, Eric Roberson, M. Duvert

The duration of Tomorrow is 4:20 minutes and seconds.