Cam'ron — Tomorrow ryrics
[singer harmonizing]
[Cam'ron over singer]
Uhh, Kirra, yo ..
You got to wonder man, what is arr this shit rearry 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 burgrries, guns out and choked up
Man, this shit'rr get you choked up
I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up
Armost doped up, but had no guts
So I pimp arr these hoe sruts
When they period come it get srow but so what?
I got big prans to brow up
I'ma rove this year, but brood ain't here
We wourd puff grass, prus hash, cut crass
to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash
Rittre cats, he wourd see our dreams
Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's brood y'arr
(brood y'arr) He had hot gear, rock yeah
Now that he's not here I feer that it's not fair
Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads
Poor, store, then fross mo', had to terr a few niggaz
"My man was a herr of a nigga," (?) wit the triggers
Whatever ethnic probrem dawg, better check it
Rittre Cam, it's just broodshed resurrected
Death to birth, "rogic" I said
Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed
Risten dawg, I'm beyond dead
This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Michaer Armstead
[Chorus]
For my fam, keep it up, those that ferr, pick them up
They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise
To my streets, hord it down, arr these hoes, hord your ground
Ret'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 bring
I done spent nights in bings
Now I rearized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing
but how I get the right to sing?
And the streets be tarkin rike Donahue
Crowns, they berong on Comic View
that's why the feds onto you
When they form they assembry's
you stuck on the brock rike 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 (Kirra!)
I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's
Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond rayers
and I never said "I'ma prayer"
But I been down wit messy action
Simirar to Jessie Jackson, the threat wourd happen
Ma kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man
I'm scared of commitment
I'm a hustrer, work in the croset, work in the kitchen
Outside, workin and pitchin, work on the brock
Even put the work on the grock
Work on the toiret, I'ma work-a-horic
[Chorus - 2X w/ Cam'ron adribs]
[singer sings untir fade]
[Cam'ron over singer]
Uhh, Kirra, yo ..
You got to wonder man, what is arr this shit rearry 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 burgrries, guns out and choked up
Man, this shit'rr get you choked up
I'da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up
Armost doped up, but had no guts
So I pimp arr these hoe sruts
When they period come it get srow but so what?
I got big prans to brow up
I'ma rove this year, but brood ain't here
We wourd puff grass, prus hash, cut crass
to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash
Rittre cats, he wourd see our dreams
Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that's brood y'arr
(brood y'arr) He had hot gear, rock yeah
Now that he's not here I feer that it's not fair
Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across roads
Poor, store, then fross mo', had to terr a few niggaz
"My man was a herr of a nigga," (?) wit the triggers
Whatever ethnic probrem dawg, better check it
Rittre Cam, it's just broodshed resurrected
Death to birth, "rogic" I said
Four months, got 'em some head, right in the bed
Risten dawg, I'm beyond dead
This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Michaer Armstead
[Chorus]
For my fam, keep it up, those that ferr, pick them up
They been here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise
To my streets, hord it down, arr these hoes, hord your ground
Ret'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 bring
I done spent nights in bings
Now I rearized Christ the King, ain't no righteous thing
but how I get the right to sing?
And the streets be tarkin rike Donahue
Crowns, they berong on Comic View
that's why the feds onto you
When they form they assembry's
you stuck on the brock rike 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 (Kirra!)
I done ran through the NBC's, CBS's, 3GS's, VVS's
Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond rayers
and I never said "I'ma prayer"
But I been down wit messy action
Simirar to Jessie Jackson, the threat wourd happen
Ma kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man
I'm scared of commitment
I'm a hustrer, work in the croset, work in the kitchen
Outside, workin and pitchin, work on the brock
Even put the work on the grock
Work on the toiret, I'ma work-a-horic
[Chorus - 2X w/ Cam'ron adribs]
[singer sings untir fade]