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(Eminem Speaking)
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Most people don't see how much work is really involved
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in this rap shit
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I didn't know it
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I didn't see it
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I never saw it until i was actually in it
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You really gotta be in it
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To understand what its like
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But you always gotta
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People always gotta see your smile
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You always gotta put on that fake
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You know what i'm sayin
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No matter what u just been through
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(B-Real)
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So you wanna be a rap superstar
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And live large a big house
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5 cars, you're in charge
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Comin up in the world
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Don't trust nobody
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Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
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(B-Real)
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I remember the days when i was a young kid growin up
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Lookin in the mirror dreamin about blowin up
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To rock crowds make money
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Chill wit the honies
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Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me
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Shits funny
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How impossible cream manifest in the games that be comin with it
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Never the less you gotta go for the gusto
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But you don't know about the blood sweat and tears
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and losin some of your peers
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And losin some of your self
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Music has past gone by
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Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
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Egomaniac in the brainiac
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Don't know how to act
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Shits deep
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48 tracks
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Studio gangsta mack
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Sign a deal emcees wanna make a mill
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But never will
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Till he crosses over still
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Feelin no hate
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But fantasies come wit these
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Just to sacrifice the taste of makin cheese
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You wanna be a rap superstar in the biz
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And take shit from people who don't know what it is
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I wish it was all fun and games
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But the price of fame is high
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And some can't pay to play
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Trapped in what you rappin about
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Tell me what happened when you lost clout
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The rout you took started collapsing
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No fans
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No fame
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No respect
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No change
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No women
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And everyone shits on your name
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(Chorus)
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So you wanna be a rap superstar
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And live large
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A big house
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5 cars
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The rent charged
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Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
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Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
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To be a rap superstar
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And live large
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A big house
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5 cars
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The rent charged
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Comin up in the world don't trust nobody
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Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
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(Noreaga Speaking)
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When you sign to a record label
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You don't know you sign your life over
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And these whiteboys don't care about you
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Cuz the minute you fall off
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They'll find another Noreaga
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And they'll find another Capone-n-Noreaga
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And they'll find another B-Real
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So you need to just keep
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Stack your chips up
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Do what you gotta do while your hot
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And mafuckin get out the game
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Stick to the drug game
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And the drug game is even worse
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Because if someone jerks you
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You can shoot em and kill me
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But in this game if someone jerks you
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You gotta be humble
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(Eminem Speaking)
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No matter what you just been through
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Shit has gotta be right
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You gotta approach people
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You gotta be on the up and up
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And everything gotta be all good
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When you see someone slap hands with em
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You know what i'm sayin give em a pound
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Or whatever it is
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But you always gotta act like it ain't shit
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(Chorus)
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(B-Real)
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My own son don't know me
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Sittin up in the hotel room lonley
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But I thank god I'm wit my homies
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But sometimes I wish I was back home
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But only no radio or videos
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Cuz they show me no love
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The phony gotta hit the road slowly
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So the record gets pushed by sony
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I'm in the middle like monie
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And the press say that
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My own people disowned me
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And the best way back
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Is to keep your head straight
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Never inflate the cranium
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Your crew worried about them honies at the paladium
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Who just wanna cling on swing on
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And so on and go on and fall off
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The hoes fall off
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To the next rap superstar
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Wit no shame give him a year
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And they'll be right out the game
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The same as the last one
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Who came before him
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Gained fame
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Started gettin ignored
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I warned him
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Assured him
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This ain't easy take it from weezy
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Sleezy people wanna be cheesey
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They talkin evil
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(Chorus)
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Rap Superstar
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| Cypress Hill f/ Eminem, N |
