Tomorrow

[Intro: Cam'ron] Uh, Killa (Killa), yo You got to wonder, man What is all this shit really worth You know what I mean? (Uh, uh, uh) If you ain't got ya man here to share it with Yo (Fucked up man), yo [Verse 1: Cam'ron] I been on both sides of burglaries, guns out and choked up Man, this shit'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 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 grass, plus hash, cut class To fuck 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 Fuck see him at the crossroads Wanna see him drive across road, poor, stole Then floss mo', had to tell a few niggas "My man was a hell of a nigga", 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 (Shit) 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)