Eminem 8 Miles and Running Letras:
[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
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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]
Letras: 8 Miles and Running Eminem [final]