chorus:
(B Real)
So you
wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large
a big
house, 5 cars, you're in charge
comin'
up in the world, don't trust no body
gotta
look over your shoulder constantly
B Real:
I remember
the days when I was a young kid growin up
looking
in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up
the
rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys
sign
autographs or whatever the people want from me
it's
funny how impossible dreams manifest
and
the games that be comin with it
nevertheless
you
got to go for the gusto but you dont know
about
the blood, sweat and tears
and
losing some of your fears
and
losing some of yourself to the years past,
gone
by
hopefully
it dont manifest
for
the wrong guy
egomaniac
and the brainiac
dont
know how to act
48 tracks
studio
gangster, mack,
sign
the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil
but
never will til he crosses over
still
filling your head with fantasies
come
with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese
You wanna
be a rap/rock superstar in the biz
and
take shit from people who dont know what it is
I wish
it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
and
some cant pay the way
still
trapped in what you rapping about
tell
me what happened when you lost
the
route you took started collapsing
no fans
no fame no respect no change no women
and
everybody shittin on your name
chorus X2
Sen:
(only in Rock version)
you
ever have big dreams of making real cream
big
shot, heavy hitter on the main
and
you wanna look shanty
in the
Bentley, be a snob and never act friendly
you
wanna have big fame, let me explain
what
happends to these stars and their big brains
first
they get played like all damn day
long
as you sell everything will be ok
then
you get dissed by the media and fans
things
never stay the same way they began
I heard
that some never give full to the fullest
that's
while fools end up dining on the bullet
think
everything's fine in the big time
see
me in my Lex with chrome raised high
so you
wanna roll far
and
live large
it aint
all that goes with bein a rock star
chorus X2
B Real:
my own
son dont know me
I'm
chillin in the hotel room lonely
but
I thank God I'm with my homies
but
sometimes I wish I was back home
but
only no radio or video didnt show me
no love,
the phony, gotta hit the road slowly
so the
record gets pushed by Sony
I'm
in the middle like mony
and
the press say that my own people disown me
and
the best way back
is to
keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium
they're
too worried about them honies at the Paladium (a venu in LA)
who
just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
go on,
fall off, the ho's roll on
til
the next rap superstar
with
no shame
give
em a year, he'll be right out the game
the
same as the last one who came before him
gained
fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him
assured
him, this aint easy take it from Weezy
sleezy
people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people (gun cock noise)
whispered: assassins, assassins
chorus X2