Versuri Rock/Rap SuperStar

 
[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 
 
[chrous 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 ]