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 pus*y was tight If she threw the pus*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*s 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 muthaf**kin' 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 muthaf**ka 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 f**k, 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