Tomorrow lyrics

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Beanie Sigel


[Intro: Cam'ron]
Uh, Killa (Killa), yo
You got to wonder, man
What is all this sh*t really worth
You know what I mean? (Uh, uh, uh)
If you ain't got ya man here to share it with
Yo (f*cked up man), yo

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
I been on both sides of burglaries, guns out and choked up
Man, this sh*t'll get you choked up
I done been shot at, got at, back-stabbed, coked up
Almost doped up, but had no guts
So I pimp all these ho sl*ts
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 f*ck ass, dough, we had enough cash
Little cats, he would see y'all dreams
Eighteen with the three-eighteen, 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
f*ck see him at the crossroads
Wanna see him drive across road, poor, stole
Then floss mo', had to tell a few n*ggas
"My man was a hell of a n*gga", 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
[Chorus: Eric Robertson & Cam'ron]
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)

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
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 parentheses
'Cause everybody got a war story (sh*t)
I swear to God, I hear more and more stories (Damn)
I'm in Jersey, the crib four stories
Add a fifth one in case the fourth one bore me (Killa)
I done ran through the NBCs
CBSs, 3GSs, VVSs
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 (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
[Chorus: Eric Robertson]
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

[Outro: Eric Robertson]
Yeah, get it now, get it now, oh, yeah
Get it up, get it up, get it up, come on, come on
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (Tomorrow is never)
Get it now, get it now, get it now (Tomorrow is not promised)
Get it now (Get it now), get it now (Get it now), oh, get it now
Tomorrow, yeah, yeah (Tomorrow is never promised)
Keep it up, keep it up, keep it up (Send your love today)
Get your life today, yeah
Oh-oh-oh (Come on)
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