text: 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