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 p*ssy was tight

if she threw the p*ssy 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 n*gga

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 muthaf**kin` 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 sh*t was cool

good cat personified even went to school

learned wild sh*t made me feel kinda live

off of nothin` with this bullsh*t 9 to 5

I stayed broke made me easier to provoke

ready to yoke the first muthaf**ka 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 sh*t 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 f**k n*gga 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 n*ggas don`t like to think.

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

types of n*gga. 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

back again Biotch