JAY-Z — From Marcy to Hollywood

[Intro: Jay-Z] Back again and back again I went from Marcy to Hollywood And back again, and back again [Verse 1: Jay-Z] 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 cheeba They said believe us or not trust is something you earn With every mistake you make back to us you return Probably would go Hollywood I thought he was joking My first taste of fame I hit the first thing smoking All engulfed into honies, 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 dissing my friends And that's when the ceiling fell in [Chorus 1: Jay-Z] I went from Marcy to Hollywood And back again, and back again I went from Marcy to Hollywood And back again, and back again [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I came through with the shines Like the streets was blind Didn't master my Algebra, no caliber Stick me? I was thinking how and for what But reality bites like a thousand mutts Nothing worse than the person that's foul with guts To stick you quicker... [Verse 3: Memphis 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 and draw Who dope can take ten steps and 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 barrel They would hear me creep It's a motherfucking war in these streets [Chorus 2: Memphis Bleek] I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto And I'm back again I'm back again I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto And I'm back again, I'm back again [Chorus 1: Jay-Z] From Marcy to Hollywood And back again, and back again From Marcy to Hollywood And back again, and back again [Verse 4: Sauce Money] 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 nothing with this bullshit 9 to 5 I stayed broke made me easier to provoke Ready to yoke the first motherfucker that joked Same dude with the hard bottom Went from laid back to loc'd out From talk it over to Todd shot him Ready to perish all the shit you cherish Leave you the wettest I got a "You die first" fetish I can recall helping old chicks across the street Now I help myself lifting 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 [Chorus 3: Sauce Money] I went from Marcy to Hollywood And back again, and back again I went from Marcy to Hollywood And back again, and back again [Chorus 2: Memphis Bleek] I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto And I'm back again, I'm back again I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto And I'm back again, I'm back again [Chorus 1: Jay-Z] I went from Marcy to Hollywood And back again, back again From Marcy to Hollywood And back again, back again [Outro: Jay-Z] 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 And back again, and back again Back again, beatch