[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