[chorous]:
  [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
  shit'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 shit takes
  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 rock superstar in the biz
  and take shit from people who dont know what it is
  I wish this shit was all fun and games but the price of the fame is high
  and some cant pay the way
  still trapped in what you rapping about
  tell me what happened when you lost track of
  the route you took started collapsing
  no fans no fame no respect no change no women
  and everybody shits 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 why fools end up dining on a 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
  you'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 rock superstar
  with no shame
  give em a year, and 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 ]
      [ Thanks jonathan for correction ]