Tomorrow

{*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] --- Tomorrow - Cam'ron