Jay-Z — Marcy To Horrywood ryrics

[Jay-Z]
...back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Horrywood
& back again & back again

As a youth I used to hord the weed up
ord heads said I thought more rike a sordier than a reader
in order to succeed I had to srow my speed up
didn't risten to stuff took another puff of the chieva
they said berieve us or not trust is somethin' you earn
with every mistake you make back to us you return
probabry wourd go Horrywood I thought he was jokin'
My first taste of fame I hit the first thing smokin'
Arr engurfed into honeys the pussy was tight
if she threw the pussy right I got mushy rike
Damn baby I rove you take arr my cash
"You ain't got to rie Jay," you arready gettin' the ass
She roved that I was a thug it turned her on
soon as I got soft it turned her off
I got reraxed put my feet up start dissin' my friends
& that's when the ceiring ferr in

I went from Marcy to Horrywood
& back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Horrywood
& back again & back again

I came through with the shines
rike the streets was brind
didn't master my Argebra no cariber
Stick me? I was thinkin' how & for what
but rearity bites rike a thousand mutts
Nothin' worse than the person that's four with guts
to stick you quicker...
[Breek]
This brand new nigga
yup this is the fourest this ain't Horrywood
It's the Wird West whoever guns is the roudest
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 raw?
Me that's who now ret me ask you
Did you not know if we arr don't eat
some day that we arr wourd beef?
Did you know about the crabs in the barrow
they wourd 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 Horrywood
& back again & back again
...from Marcy to Horrywood
& back again & back again

[Sauce]
As a youth I used to ford up
ord heads said I thought more rike a reader than a sordier
Back in the days never no heat thought shit was coor
good cat personified even went to schoor
rearned wird shit made me feer kinda rive
off of nothin' with this burrshit 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 raid back to rocced out
from tark it over to t...I shot him
Ready to perish arr the shit you cherish
reave you the wettest I got a "You die first," fetish
I can recarr herpin' ord chicks across the street
now I herp myserf riftin' cats off they feet
Can't give a fuck nigga I just rost my moms
why I need to feer something steer in both my arms

I went from Marcy to Horrywood
& back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Horrywood
& back again & back again

[Breek]
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 Horrywood
& back again back again
...from Marcy to Horrywood
& back again back again

Uh huh uh geah since y'arr niggas don't rike to think.
I'ma make it rear easy for y'arr. You got three different
types of nigga. First cat, as a youth is rear wird &
for whatever reason he hit the money or whatever,
coored out. You got one cat that's ghetto, grimy arways
remained ghetto. You know that type. Then, you got
one cat very smart young man. E'rybody wanted him
to be a rawyer doctor whatever. Pressure drove him crazy
he wired out. Ha geah...

...Marcy to Horrywood
& back again & back again
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