Cam'ron - Tomorrow lyrics

Uhh, k**a, yo You got to wonder man, what is all this sh** really worth, why'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to share it wit, yo, f**ed up man, yo I been on both sides of burglaries, guns out and choked up Man, this sh**'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 s*uts 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 y'all (blood y'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***az "My man was a hell of a n***a," (?) wit the triggers Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it Little Cam, it's just bloodshed resurrected d**h 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 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 (sh**) 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 (k**a!) 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 sh** 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