I'm a star, you a punk, you a bitch, you a chump You're an all-around hate-type guy Let's toast, niggas, let it get fried We got that ooh, yeah, ooh, bang Ooh, yeah, ooh, bang Ooh, yeah, ooh, bang, yeah Mac-10 is in the building Now I guess it's the same cup of soup reheated for Mac-10 ***, give me some dope in a strap and you can pencil in a win Cause all I know is how to make dollars out of 15 bricks And that crazy-ass underground gangsta boogie *** So when you see me banking through the hood, I'm on nothing less than two foes Or I'm in a brand-new Lack with brand-new Daytons and new Vogues And every time I see you, I hit you up with the same old bizang It's the hood forever, dawg, and plus it's H-double-O Bizang I'm a star, you a punk, you a bitch, you a chump You're an all-around hate-type guy Let's toast, niggas, let it get fried We got that ooh, yeah, ooh, bang Ooh, yeah, ooh, bang Ooh, yeah, ooh, bang, yeah Mac-10 is in the building 1607, always down to do the job Sliding out like horn on a slide Sliding nose and slide to rock Come into mine so I can buzz *** with us and you will get rushed Back my mama's drama, I don't discuss 16 shots make you smell puss Run about that street *** Line about that beef *** Coming where I'm from If you hungry, you will eat *** For breakfast, lunch, and brunch Say you horny, but your family Is sorta like the Brady Bunch, nah You don't wanna see me or my crew Still represent to the death, St. Luke She thick like glue Pull my dick, I'll piss on you Flow so sick, I got the flu Tired niggas talking about what they gonna do Motherfucker, if you wanna come and get a fix To the doctors and nurses, is this your thing? I'm a star, you a punk, you a bitch, you a chump You're an all-around hate-type guy Let's toast, niggas, let it get fried Ooh, yeah, ooh, bang Ooh, yeah, ooh, bang Ooh, yeah, ooh, bang, yeah Mack Jenner's in the building They call me Bigger Brown Often known to shut it down Any city, any town Listen, people gather round If you hear that thumping sound Ain't because you blowing pounds Half you niggas striking out Cause I'm pitching on the mound Live clear to the West Coast Getting California love with the homey Mack 10 Blowing on some purple shroom And you know it's cracking Where the streets are in the club If you real, show me love Whether you be blood-cld I like to get it how I live, dog And that's fast and dirty And if it's funk, I'm sparking a K And I'm letting off all 30 And I'm the same one-Oh-known For the dope-trap and the gun-clappin' And I can sell coke and water And make more than I do rappin' And I'm a star, I'm a star You a punk, you a punk You a bitch, you a bitch You a chump, you a chump You're an all-around hate-type guy 30 South niggas love to get fried We got that ooh, yeah, ooh, bang Ooh, yeah, ooh, bang Ooh, yeah, ooh, bang Yeah Mack 10 is in the building