8 Miles and Running

<br>[Jay-Z]<br>Yeah, Renegades is back<br>M the B the sick,<br>It`s Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let`s go<br><br>8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin`<br>And my 8th album comin`, feedin` a thousand growlin` stomachs<br>But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin`<br>People said I would amount to nothin`, that I had talent for nothin`<br>Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by your gunmen<br>I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming"<br>Now that my eighth album`s comin` everybody`s smilin`<br>Wantin` something, claimin` that they done something for him<br>Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their whole uniform<br>Claimin` they been runnin` and tellin` everybody like Martin Lawerence<br>`Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was<br>Claimin` that they threw it up before I threw it up<br>You what? Where was you before I blew this up?<br>I didn`t see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin` us<br>I didn`t see you in all black when everybody was suitin` up<br>Back on the block, gettin` it in, there wasn`t no you with us<br><br>[Chorus: Jay-Z]<br>8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin`<br>And my 8th album comin`, feedin` a thousand growlin` stomachs, Free<br>[Freeway]<br>6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin`<br>And my first album comin`, feedin` twenty growlin` stomachs<br>[Jay-Z]<br>8 miles and running, got my 7th album droppin`<br>And my 8th album comin`, feedin` a thousand growlin` stomachs, Free<br>[Freeway]<br>6 miles and running, got my fist strip poppin`<br>And my first album comin`, feedin` twenty growlin` stomachs<br><br>[Freeway]<br>6 miles and running in the Pontiac<br>Six thousand eighty six, trans might shift while the engine run<br>Anyone tell ya rider give me one more chance<br>Hear them smokers screamin` "One more gram"<br>So I`ma bring `em one<br>Homie, son, and my pop, stick close to my MOMMA<br>Keep toasters for DRAMA, mix a lot with my son<br>My son growin` and he learnin` a lot<br>That`s when them toasters will the burners will pop, brain on ya own<br>Well a nigga, tell `em niggas<br>That`s like the biblical scripture<br>Look back, turn assault like the sin is in<br>Most of ya heartless and self-centered like "Me Shaq and me Shaq"<br>Set up ya brother cuz you jealous nigga<br>The heat back, like you never left<br>I ever rep, cops watch every step<br>Six miles and running dodgin` every trap<br>The rap gingerbread man, cheer us up<br>You precious breath, State P the second attack<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Back when nobody would found he had talent, nobody would sign me<br>Nobody believed in me, nobody but mommy blindly<br>But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt<br>To come up outta her tummy, she got nothin` but love for me<br>When niggas would want me, the industry shunned me<br>That`s why I`m takin` all the industry`s money<br>Revenge is sweet honey, we run this<br>Young is the illsest, Free is the future<br>Bean`s and Bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles nigga<br><br>[Chorus]