[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)