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There's no happy everafter Here we're just trying to survive Whole lotta trouble baby Whole lotta trouble baby Whole lotta trouble in this life Work

Ah Miss Mary, won't you please come home from China? Bring a bottle of whiskey and a tin cup for your teeth But don't you sneak into the back door wearing

mess out of your life 'Cause you don't need a diagram To tell you how to have a good time I said hey (Hey) I don't mean to frighten you away This is cracker

gasso sea c Am you're lying f next to me c Am you could f be my love, c you could e be my love Am f c e I dream of starfish bright Or horses in the sea

learned alot, from junkies to ruffians, from being tied up by Columbians, cause 80 grams was missin, listen, had to change my position, from wanting to be large to head ------ in charge, my garage

that other fagot ass nigga that rap wit' chu I?ma catch you [unverified] ensoniq or platinum factory I know you be in fuckin' Chung king I?ma search around motherfuckin' D and D

got it 'cause he left fast He left his daughters and a lotta cash Well, what do you know? D O double G Major pimpin' out in D.C. And I'm a young pimp

back but the devil he want my head [Chorus: D.D. Artis] I'm just happy to be here right now Lot of my folks been locked up or laid down See I'm sayin

in your wallet are numbered few Or your neighbor comes knocking on your front door He wants the mower that you borrowed The night before your garage