Jay-Z Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Marcy to Hollywood Lyrics

(feat. Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money)

 [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

 back again Biotch