[chorus:]
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[B Real]
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So you wanna be a rap/rock superstar, and live large
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a big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
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comin' up in the world, don't trust no body
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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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looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up
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the rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys
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sign autographs or whatever the people want from me
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it's funny how impossible dreams manifest
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and the games that be comin with it
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nevertheless
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you got to go for the gusto but you dont know
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about the blood, sweat and tears
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and losing some of your fears
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and losing some of yourself to the years past,
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gone by
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hopefully it dont manifest
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for the wrong guy
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egomaniac and the brainiac
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dont know how to act
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48 tracks
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studio gangster, mack,
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sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil
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but never will til he crosses over
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still filling your head with fantasies
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come with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese
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You wanna be a rap/rock superstar in the biz
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and take shit from people who dont know what it is
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I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
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and some cant pay the way
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still trapped in what you rapping about
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tell me what happened when you lost
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the route you took started collapsing
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no fans no fame no respect no change no women
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and everybody shittin on your name
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[chrous X2]
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[Sen: (only in Rock version)]
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you ever have big dreams of making real cream
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big shot, heavy hitter on the main
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and you wanna look shanty
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in the Bentley, be a snob and never act friendly
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you wanna have big fame, let me explain
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what happends to these stars and their big brains
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first they get played like all damn day
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long as you sell everything will be ok
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then you get dissed by the media and fans
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things never stay the same way they began
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I heard that some never give full to the fullest
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that's while fools end up dining on the bullet
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think everything's fine in the big time
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see me in my Lex with chrome raised high
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so you wanna roll far
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and live large
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it aint all that goes with bein a rock star
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[chorus X2]
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[B Real:]
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my own son dont know me
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I'm chillin in the hotel room lonely
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but I thank God I'm with my homies
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but sometimes I wish I was back home
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but only no radio or video didnt show me
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no love, 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 mony
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and the press say that my own people disown me
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and the best way back
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is to keep your head straight, never inflate the cranium
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they're too worried about them honies at the Paladium (a venu in LA)
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who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
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go on, fall off, the ho's roll on
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til the next rap superstar
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with no shame
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give em a year, he'll be right out the game
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the same as the last one who came before him
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gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him
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assured him, this aint easy take it from Weezy
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sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin people [gun cock noise]
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[whispered:] assassins, assassins
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[chorus X2 ]
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Rock/Rap SuperStar
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Cypress Hill |