Marcy to Hollywood

[Jay-Z]

...back again & back again

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

As a youth I used to hold the weed up

old heads said I thought more like a soldier than a leader

in order to succeed I had to slow my speed up

didn't listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva

they said believe us or not trust is somethin' you earn

with every mistake you make back to us you return

probably would go Hollywood I thought he was jokin'

My first taste of fame I hit the first thing smokin'

All engulfed into honeys the pussy was tight

if she threw the pussy right I got mushy like

Damn baby I love you take all my cash

"You ain't got to lie Jay," you already gettin' the

ass

She loved that I was a thug it turned her on

soon as I got soft it turned her off

I got relaxed put my feet up start dissin' my friends

& that's when the ceiling fell in

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

I came through with the shines

like the streets was blind

didn't master my Algebra no caliber

Stick me? I was thinkin' how & for what

but reality bites like a thousand mutts

Nothin' worse than the person that's foul with guts

to stick you quicker...

[Bleek]

This brand new nigga

yup this is the foulest this ain't Hollywood

It's the Wild West whoever guns is the loudest

that's who's the best now take ten steps & draw

who dope can take ten steps & remain raw

Who has no regards for the law?

Me that's who now let me ask you

Did you not know if we all don't eat

some day that we all would beef?

Did you know about the crabs in the barrow

they would hear me creep

it's a muthafuckin' war in these streets

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto

& I'm back again I'm back again

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto

& I'm back again I'm back again

[Jay-Z]

...from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

...from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

[Sauce]

As a youth I used to fold up

old heads said I thought more like a leader than a soldier

Back in the days never no heat thought shit was cool

good cat personified even went to school

learned wild shit made me feel kinda live

off of nothin' with this bullshit 9 to 5

I stayed broke made me easier to provoke

ready to yoke the first muthafucka that joked

Same dude with the hard bottom

went from laid back to locced out

from talk it over to t...I shot him

Ready to perish all the shit you cherish

leave you the wettest I got a "You die first," fetish

I can recall helpin' old chicks across the street

now I help myself liftin' cats off they feet

Can't give a fuck nigga I just lost my moms

why I need to feel something steel in both my arms

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

[Bleek]

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto

& I'm back again I'm back again

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto

& I'm back again I'm back again

[Jay-Z]

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again back again

...from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again back again

Uh huh uh geah since y'all niggas don't like to think.

I'ma make it real easy for y'all. You got three different

types of nigga. First cat, as a youth is real wild &

for whatever reason he hit the money or whatever,

cooled out. You got one cat that's ghetto, grimy always

remained ghetto. You know that type. Then, you got

one cat very smart young man. E'rybody wanted him

to be a lawyer doctor whatever. Pressure drove him crazy

he wiled out. Ha geah...

...Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again