Cam'ron Tommorrow Lyrics
            [Cam'ron over singer]
            Uhh, Killa, yo ..
            You got to wonder man, what is all this s___ really worth,
            y'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, c__ed up
            Almost doped up, but had no guts
            So I pimp all these hoe s___s
            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___ 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, wanna 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 whassup, 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 (d___)
            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]
        
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