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Shady Conejo (Conejo) · Conejo Blas a Donde Vas (Francisco Gabilondo Soler) · Eight by Eight (Don Fagerquist) · A Million Words, A Million Dollars [Reissue] (Lunasicc) · A Million Words, A Million Dollars (Lunasicc) · 8 Million Stories: Instrumentals (Soul Position) · 8 Million Stories (Soul Position) · 8 Million Stories (Soul Position) · 8 Million Stories (Soul Position) · 8 Million Stories (Soul Position) – and 90 other albums »


featuring Run D.M.C. 



(intro) 

There are 8 million stories in the naked city 



8 million stories (x4) 



(verse one Kurtis blow)
is eatin ham 

So catch me in Deep Space Nine 

Wit eight million stories on seven continents 

And six billion bullets on the Star Trek
to understand it
As 6 turns to 9
Water to wine
Sun starts to shine
We know that we'll be there in due time
There's 8 million stories in the city of crime
Take one
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie

Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
thing, yea
Believe that, like a true story
Rims big make the car look like its two stories,
If I hop out, that be suicide
No back seats, call that
Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text posses extra strength
dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell

Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth,
If a miracle, could save us from
The travesty, that we've become
If a million sons would stand as one
We will overcome, overcome
If a miracle, could
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories, out there in it naked
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories, out there in it naked
like a true story
Rims big make the car look like its two stories,
If I hop out, that be suicide
No back seats, call that paralyze
I don't have a spine,
cops

Trippin', it's eight million stories in this naked motherfucker
Yeah, and ten million undercovers
We gon' get this raw, we gon' kick in the door
Tripping, it's eight million stories in this naked motherfucker
(Yeah, and ten million under covers)
(We goin' get this raw, we goin' kick in the door)
em in, eight million stories 

in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner 

Blood stain on my track record, top gunner 

Chorus: Method Man 

You
the repo
For fuckin' them lady see-o's
Rhymes blind devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the Cadillac Regal
With a mommy on my beecho

There's eight million
the repo
For fuckin' them lady see-o's
Rhymes blind devine (evol??)
Smoked out in the cadillac regal
With a mommy on my beecho
There's eight million
stories high it walks like a cripple
And turns on its base,
Diggin' up that Dicalcium Phosphate.
Travel the blacktop
And you won't have far to go
look up I'm gone and never left a trace
No worries, set you with flurries and no juries
Eight million stories in the city of furies
Don't get
users
My blood stream's still a little murky from flash-backs of murder scenes
Medical emergencies that fell upon deaf ears
Over 8 million stories in
tried there's a riot so flip on the news
And let's go reach the 98th here in oaktown
But let's just say for story's sake that it's in your town
users
My blood stream's still a little murky from flash-backs of murder scenes
Medical emergencies that fell upon deaf ears
Over 8 million stories in
dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there in it naked
City is a pity,
foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories, out there in it naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got
down)
With the same speed
(slow down)
And in the same direction
(down) (about eight million similar ??)
we all cry, and all ride

To rectify the problem, motherfuckers they all die
Been tryin' to make a million, by hustlin' since my adolescence
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