[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.