So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large
a big
house, 5 cars, a big charge
comin' up in the world,
don't trust no body
gotta look over your shoulder
constantly

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 peers
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 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

you ever have big dreams of
making real cream
big shot, heavy hitter on the
mainstream
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
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

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 hunnies at the Paladium (a
venu inLA)
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, they're fucking evil (gun
cocknoise)

assassins, assassins...