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Jay Z
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| 8 Miles And Running
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[Jay-Z]
Yeah, Renegades is back
Em the B the sick
Its Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, lets 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 albums comin everybodys 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 didnt see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin us
I didnt see you in all black when everybody was suitin up
Back on the block, gettin it in, there wasnt 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 Ima 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
Thats when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own
Well a nigga, tell em niggas
Thats 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
Thats why Im takin all the industrys money
Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
Young is the illsest, Free is the future
Beans and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga
[Chorus]
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