(Rock) Superstar - Live

(b real)
 So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live long
 A big house, fine cars, to be in charge
 Comin up in the world, dont 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
 Its 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 hes 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 trendy
 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
 Thats while fools end up dining on the bullet
 Think everythings 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
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 B real:
 My own son dont know me
 Im chillin in the hotel room lonely
 But I thank God Im 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
 Im 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
 Theyre 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 hos roll on
 Til the next rap/rock superstar
 With no shame
 Give em a year, hell 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
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