Eminem - 8 Miles and Runnin' lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z] Yeah, Renegade is back Em the beat is sick! It's Young, Freeway, 8 Miles, let's go! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] 8 miles and running, got my seventh album dropping And my eighth album coming, feeding a thousand growling stomachs But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothing People said I would amount to nothing, that I had talent for nothing Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by a gunman I could just hear the folks now, "He got what he had coming" Now that my eighth album's coming everybody's smiling Wanting something, claiming that they done something for him Got their Jay-Z pom poms and their Hov uniform Claiming they been running and telling everybody like Martin Lawrence 'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was Claiming 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 suing us I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suiting up Back on the block, getting it in, there wasn't no you with us [Hook: Jay-Z, Freeway] 8 miles and running, got my seventh album dropping And my eighth album coming, feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free! 6 miles and running, got my fifth strip popping And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs 8 miles and running, got my seventh album dropping And my eighth album coming, feeding a thousand growling stomachs, Free 6 miles and running, got my fifth strip popping And my first album coming, feeding twenty growling stomachs [Freeway] 6 miles and running in the Pontiac Six thousand eighty six, trans might shift while the engine run Now tell your honor: “Give me one more chance” And them smokers screaming, "One more gram" So I'mma bring 'em one Only son to my Pop, stick close to my Momma Keep toasters for drama, make Salat with my son My son growing and he learning a lot That's when them toasters, when the burners will pop, brain on ya um- Brella a n***a, tell 'em n***as That's like the Biblical scripture Look back, turn to salt like the sinners Most of ya heartless and self-centered like Meshach and Mesha Set up ya brother cause you jealous, n***a The heat back, like you never left I ever rep, cops watch every step Six miles and running dodging every trap The rap gingerbread man, cherish every precious breath State P the second gat [Hook] [Jay-Z] Back when nobody would find 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 nothing but love for me When n***as would one me, the industry shunned me That's why I'm taking all the industry's money Revenge is sweet honey, we run this Young is the illest, Free is the future Beans and Bleek is right now, we can see y'all 8 miles n***a [Hook]