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gimisum family - tomorrow lyrics

[interlude: paul harris]
“remember, a pimp is only as good as his product ..
see.. and his product is women
now, you’ve got to go out there
and you got to get the best ones, you can find
and you got to work them broads, like n0body’s ever worked them before
and never forget, anybody can control a woman’s body
see.. but the key is, to control their mind
you see, pimpin’ is a big business
and it’s been going on, since the beginning of time ..
and it’s gonna’ continue straight ahead, ’til somebody up there turns out the lights on this small planet” …

[verse 1: big hill]
theses n+ggas trickin’ with these hoes, who do thеy chose
yo racks or your riches, yo clothes or your gold, who knows?
your insurancе policy, would’ve put that b+tch up in the [?]
thirty+seven thousand or to see you once more
not a chance, i hope the lord was witcha’
that b+tch is gonna’ miss ya and tell the morticians to come and get you
think about it trick, you gave your life to this b+tch
and come to find out that it wasn’t worth it, unless she got your kids
and keepin’ it real, do my story seems real for ya
these bustas tradin’ like they gon k!ll for ya
i heard this time and time again
couldn’t have been with one of his so called friends
but we all end up in the pen, is about that game
f+ck where you came from
im drinking that andrew with some rum, so here i come
im trapped up in this cell of h+ll
criminal mind is seen incarcerated since the 80s
the outside was behind me
causin’ all the guards checking their red card for some commissary
i’m passin my time, constantly lying to sister mary
knowing all the time, them demons really scared me
my life is h+ll already, my nightly dreams of freddie
the warden says, tomorrow i’m out this b+tch
i pack my sh+t then hit the bricks
smokin’ on some chronic with the warden b+tch
these streets been hard from the start, plus these b+tches breaking these bustas heart
i’m calling on god but at night, i’m asked to rob
that mob like n+gga, camouflaged guerrillas, pullin’ them triggers
not see many kind of n+gga, stay outta’ of my business n+gga
just to those, who crying with those at your funeral
[interlude/paul harris & big hill]
“work them, work them broads like, work them
work them broads like n0body has ever worked them before”
the warden says, tomorrow, i’m out this b+tch
“never forget, never forget, never forget, never forget
get the best ones, you can find”
the warden says, tomorrow ..

[verse 2: big hill]
it’s summertime, the sun is burnin’ hot
i’m seein’ nothin’ but hoes as i cruise the block
(get the best ones, you can find)
i park my ride then stepped outside, the university of memphis
sweatin’ them college b+tches
say, whats your name baby, she says my names katie
and shes a special kind of lady, very educated
but katie was too kind, schemin’ for mine
shes running her line, im playing with katie’s mind
katie wants to wine and dine
im from the project b+tch, smackin’ that p+ssy with the switch
bad little kitty, askin’ for this pimpin’ now what about kim
my chances were slim, until i read the book of iceberg slim
now kim sellin’ trim, smilin’ and grinnin’ all the time, they wanna spin
who your so called friends, they lost for dust
now dig what i’m sayin’
callin’ your b+tch up on the other end and tellin’ your b+tch
since you did the game they play, gonna get they head split
crooked [?] some of these tri’zz’n’icks bustin marks from the ak
real men don’t play that way but some of these tricks gon’ witness
this game ain’t safe, on this hot summer day
[verse 3: big hill]
i ain’t running from you b+tches, down with givin stitches
i’m taking the money out the vault and smackin’ these bustas with my

got trouble on these n+ggas they gonna make bubbles from the lake
they crossin’ for them flakes, nothing but friends claimin’ they straight
they think they ready for this drug powered sh+t
clean cars and hits, so hug your kids
because the gang get bigger
and mr. big will split your wig
(never forget, never forget)
over that sh+t you did, my n+gga
colombian k!ller, i’m up in new york, hoe
staring at what big boy wearing
mari ostrich boots and pelle pelle suits, with the mink
smoking that ink, so, f+ck what you bustas think
i tuck my hair, step to the back and sat between my b+tches
f+ck you snitches, carry y’all drinks and champagne wishes
a toast to the b+tch, that boss the most
and helped me, my pimpin go coast to coast
i’m saddling like casper, the friendly ghost
my hood, my n+gga, my g’s, we smokin’ them green leaves

[outro: interlude/paul harris & big hill]
“get the best ones, you can find, get the best ones, you can find”
the warden says, tomorrow, i’m out this b+tch
“never forget, never forget, never forget”
the warden says, tomorrow, i’m out this b+tch
i pack my sh+t ..
“work them broads like, work them, work them broads like, n0body has ever worked them before”
the warden says, tomorrow, i’m out this b+tch

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