(Hook) 
A lot of er... sharks out there 
Turn up to take a bite of something 
What's hot 
A lot of comedians out there 
Try to change up 
Every time something new comes along 
Everybody wants to buy it 
Don't happen overnight 
(B-Real) 
So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large 
A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge 
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody 
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 crowds, make money, chill with the honeys 
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me 
Shit's funny how impossible dreams manifest 
And the games that be comin with it 
Nevertheless you got to go for the gusto but you don't 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 you don't manifest for the wrong guy 
Egomaniac and the brainiac 
Don't know how to act 
Shits deep 48 tracks 
Studio gangster, mack, 
Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mill 
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 don't know what it is 
I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high 
And some can't pay to play 
Feel trapped in what you rapping about 
Tell me what happened when you lost clout the route 
You took started collapsing 
No fans 
No fame 
No respect 
No change 
No women 
And everybody shits on your name 
Chours: 
So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large 
A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge 
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody 
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly 
And be a rock superstar, and live large 
A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge 
Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody 
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly 
(Hook) 
People see rock stars 
You know what I'm sayin 
But you still try to 
Get out'n work like, like... everybody else, you know 
You know, it is a fun job but it's still a job, you know 
Save your money, man... Save your money too 
Hit single don't last very long 
You know I'm sayin 
I mean I'm lucky in this game too 
There's gonna be another gat comin out 
Looking like me, soundin' like me next year 
I know this 
It'll be a flipside 
Of what you did 
Somebody's tryin to spinoff 
Like something serious 
(Sen Dog) 
You ever have big dreams of making big green 
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 happens 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 a chrome raised high 
So you wanna roll far 
And live large 
It ain't all that goes with bein a rock star 
Chorus 
(B-Real) 
My own son don't 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 videos didn't show me no love 
The phony, gotta hit the road slowly 
So the record gets pushed by Sony 
I'm in the middle like Monie 
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 honies at the Palladium 
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, 
And so on 
Go on, fall off, 
The hoes roll on 
Till the next rock superstar 
With no shame 
Give him a year and 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 ain't easy take it from weezy 
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy 
They're fuckin' evil 
Assassins 
Assassins 
Chorus