Tomorrow Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'ron

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 . 

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 

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 

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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 

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