Lyric Tomorrow
[singer harmonizing]
[Cam ron over singer]
Uhh, Killa, yo ..
You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth,
y knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain t got ya man here to share
it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo ..
[Cam ron]
I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up
Man, this shit 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 grass, plus hash, cut class
to fuck ass, 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
Fuck see em at the crossroads, wanna see em drive across roads
Poor, stole, then floss mo , had to tell a few niggaz
"My man was a hell of a nigga," (?) 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 my promise
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
Let s act brave, get it now, tomorrow s my promise
[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 assembly s
you stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis
Course everybody gotta 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 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 shit 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]
[Cam ron over singer]
Uhh, Killa, yo ..
You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth,
y knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain t got ya man here to share
it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo ..
[Cam ron]
I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up
Man, this shit 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 grass, plus hash, cut class
to fuck ass, 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
Fuck see em at the crossroads, wanna see em drive across roads
Poor, stole, then floss mo , had to tell a few niggaz
"My man was a hell of a nigga," (?) 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 my promise
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
Let s act brave, get it now, tomorrow s my promise
[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 assembly s
you stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis
Course everybody gotta 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 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 shit 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]
