8 Mile 8 Miles And Runnin` Lyrics

8 Miles And Runnin` Lyrics

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, Renegades is back
Em the B the sick
It's Young, Freeway,
8 Miles, let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin'
And
my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I can rewind
the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin'
People said I would
amount to nothin', that I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to
violence or be silenced by your gunmen
I could just hear the folks now,
"He got what he had coming"
Now that my eighth album's comin'
everybody's smilin'
Wantin' something, claimin' that they done something for
him
Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform
Claimin' they been
runnin' and tellin' everybody like Martin Lawerence
'Bout how hot my rap
performance was before I was who I was
Claimin' that they threw it up before
I threw it up
You what? Where was you before I blew this up?
I didn't see
you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us
I didn't see you in all
black when everybody was suitin' up
Back on the block, gettin' it in, there
wasn't no you with us

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
8 miles and running, got my 7th
album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs,
Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin'
And my
first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin' stomachs
[Jay-Z]
8 miles and
running, got my 7th album droppin'
And my 8th album comin', feedin' a
thousand growlin' stomachs, Free
[Freeway]
6 miles and running, got my
fist strip poppin'
And my first album comin', feedin' twenty growlin'
stomachs

[Freeway]
6 miles and running in the Pontiac
Six thousand
eighty six, trans might shift while the engine run
Anyone tell ya rider give
me one more chance
Hear them smokers screamin' "One more
gram"
So I'ma bring 'em one
Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to
my MOMMA
Keep toasters for DRAMA, mix a lot with my son
My son growin'
and he learnin' a lot
That's when them toasters will the burners will pop,
brain on ya own
Well a nigga, tell 'em niggas
That's like the biblical
scripture
Look back, turn assault like the sin is in
Most of ya heartless
and self-centered like "Me Shaq and me Shaq"
Set up ya brother cuz
you jealous nigga
The heat back, like you never left
I ever rep, cops
watch every step
Six miles and running dodgin' every trap
The rap
gingerbread man, cheer us up
You precious breath, State P the second
attack

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Back when nobody would found he had
talent, nobody would sign me
Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy
blindly
But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt
To come up
outta her tummy, she got nothin' but love for me
When niggas would want me,
the industry shunned me
That's why I'm takin' all the industry's
money
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
Young is the illsest, Free is
the future
Bean's and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles
nigga

[Chorus]