get up it is your party everybody now your party's here tomorrow, tomorrow we'll love ya... so let's cheer today the sun will come out, tomorrow there
it started to get grainy Another, and another What are we celebrating There's always something not to miss Diving back in the abyss And it gets so very stale But tomorrow
bodega Know Omega like Rakim Thinkin about brother Diallo I find it hard to swallow Cuz 41 is a hard act to follow Who is it, it can happen tomorrow
the down beef, flip G's with a knot "Believe It Or Not" like Ripley's I got too much game to pimp thee You hot, and your two shots quick but miss me [
snort O's and import O's And sport gold with more ice than the North Pole So hand them chips to large management Got plans to get the land and the six
t buying her shit Push the tired bitch from the driver's side of my whip Jerk off. When I see my crew, lie on my dick. Come on [HOOK] Six foot four.
nigga gospel Until my mission's accomplished, I'm gone be hostile with a bottle Didn't have no role model, so i live like fuck tomorrow The path that
ex-girl She had a knapsack on her back (Hello) I said "Hello, what brings you around? You used to try and diss me so don't say you miss me" She said she
never in the shootin slum My face isn't definately the law in the jigsaw, puzzle while I screw and muscle on my six-saw Bringin it to ya ass, in a way
we can't though, we need paper Like thirty-five million'll straighten us up It's nuttin for us to make these songs that bump Shit that out, then tour for like six
, go back, way back La la la la, go back, hold back, la la la la, go, go back Yeah boy I take it back like this Like Will Smith and a... Today's Sundays, tomorrow closes six
out your rabbit ass mind They say tricks are for kids most chicks woulda slid but who aint miss a visit through the six that you did I'll be damned if I do another six
But it's a fact that one day ya breath gon' cease Some niggaz get cremated, others rest in peace You can get shot tomorrow if you test these streets Go
Bushwick Bill] There was some niggas selling dope down the street I know You make a left they on the right third white house from the liquor store You can't miss
Six for the politrix Seven call the Reverend Eight DNA certain way You a felon Nine feeling fine Even when the sun shady Ten that's a dime Goapele do it crazy If you miss
best joke I ever heard Young forever, never never grow old together Gotta put on your blinkers, for a cakewalk in the sun Like a mission impossible, like Atilla the Hun Tomorrow
call tomorrow, that's the question asked Call it love at first sight, til the next one pass like [Chorus] [Streetlife] Look at shorty right there, with the six
tryna slow it down I've been tryna take it in In this here today gone tomorrow world we're livin' in Don't blink Just like that you're six years old
