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jay z - 8 miles and runnin' lyrics

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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 alb-m droppin’
and my 8th alb-m 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 succ-mb 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 alb-m’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 lawrence
’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

8 miles and runnin’, got my 7th alb-m droppin’
and my 8th alb-m comin’, feedin’ a thousand growlin’ stomachs, free
6 miles and runnin’, got my fist strip poppin’
and my first alb-m comin’, feedin’ twenty growlin’ stomachs

8 miles and runnin’, got my 7th alb-m droppin’
and my 8th alb-m comin’, feedin’ a thousand growlin’ stomachs, free
6 miles and runnin’, got my fist strip poppin’
and my first alb-m comin’, feedin’ twenty growlin’ stomachs

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 n-gg-, tell ’em n-gg-s that’s like the biblical scripture
look back, turn -ssault 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 n-gg-, 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

8 miles and runnin’, got my 7th alb-m droppin’
and my 8th alb-m comin’, feedin’ a thousand growlin’ stomachs, free
6 miles and runnin’, got my fist strip poppin’
and my first alb-m comin’, feedin’ twenty growlin’ stomachs

8 miles and runnin’, got my 7th alb-m droppin’
and my 8th alb-m comin’, feedin’ a thousand growlin’ stomachs, free
6 miles and runnin’, got my fist strip poppin’
and my first alb-m comin’, feedin’ twenty growlin’ stomachs

back when n-body would found he had talent, n-body would sign me
n-body believed in me, n-body 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 n-gg-s 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 illest, free is the future
bean’s and bleek is right now, we can see our 8 miles n-gg-

8 miles and runnin’, got my 7th alb-m droppin’
and my 8th alb-m comin’, feedin’ a thousand growlin’ stomachs, free
6 miles and runnin’, got my fist strip poppin’
and my first alb-m comin’, feedin’ twenty growlin’ stomachs

8 miles and runnin’, got my 7th alb-m droppin’
and my 8th alb-m comin’, feedin’ a thousand growlin’ stomachs, free
6 miles and runnin’, got my fist strip poppin’
and my first alb-m comin’, feedin’ twenty growlin’ stomachs

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