Steps out the pad with a duffle bag
All the guns I had, sippin Granddad
Bout to make his momma sad
I cant stand em and I dont know em
And he dont even know Im bout to blow em, bout to show em
What goes around comes around, you shoulda thought about it
And now he got to talk to God about it
I mean it, nothin come between us
Four, fifth, in the dead center
I got the scope with the infra
Boom, boom, coward niggas got to meet their fate
The faggot got Jason on his license plate, motherfucker
And he talkin, pass the Gat, Im bout to spark em
Lord forgive me, beg your pardon
Hey, playboy!
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play 
In the life race
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya 
Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny with no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts, yeah, I pop plenty shit
Chump, Im makin hits, no time for the crack rock and shit 
Took it to another level 
Now Im getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils, huh
Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
Of the B-I-G, G-I-E, you know its me
Homes, I thought you know Im smooth as a babys ass
Smooth as Teddy Pendergrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn-born Teflon Don, wrecking shop
Gettin props, provin nobody drops 
Words as potent as the blunt smokin Bed-Stuy bandit
And niggas just cant understand it 
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play
Tell me, who be the one who fails to play