| Lyrics: | [chorus:]
[B Real]
So you wanna be a raprock 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 raprock 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 |
