Lyrics:
High Society Rag

me it's murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble Wrap the Beretta wit a rag

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin' And the

workin' at this end on Niagara Falls Is a undiscovered Howard Hughes So baby, don't expect to see me With no double martini in any high-brow society

flurry huh, don't worry yo You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag Carry large black guns in small

t crips, you niggaz ain't bloods You just little G-Unit run around thugs [Verse 1: The Game] Yeah nigga I'm loco but not like loco Red rag in my pocket

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. And the

It's murder, I'm a server Lyric life sentence Relentless, a menace to society Full of robberies so **** it I hop in the bubble Wrap the Beretta wit a rag

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. And the

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. And the