Texty: Jay-Z. Marcy to Hollywood.

Back again and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and 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
And that's when the ceiling fell in

I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and 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 and for what? But reality bites
Like a thousand mutts, nothin' worse than the person
That's foul with guts to stick you quicker

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 barrow?
They would hear me creep
It's a muthafuckin' war in these streets

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

From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again
From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again

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
Food 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 locked 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
And back again and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again and back again

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

I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again back again
From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again back again

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

And 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
Everybody 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, biotch