Dj Clue - Marcy to Hollywood lyrics
[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**y was tight If she threw the p**y 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 a** 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***a 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**in' 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** was cool Good cat personified even went to school Learned wild sh** made me feel kinda live Off of nothin' with this bullsh** 9 to 5 I stayed broke made me easier to provoke Ready to yoke the first muthaf**a 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** 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** n***a 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***as don't like to think I'mma make it real easy for y'all. You got three different Types of n***a. 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