[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 ]