Fuel (Shady Edition) Lyrics – Eminem,WESTSIDE BOOGIE,GRIP
Singer: Eminem,WESTSIDE BOOGIE,GRIP
Title: Fuel (Shady Edition)
Smokin’ trees, I’m ridin’ ’round
Come to my side of town
Lately, it’s been goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’ down
Come see how heavy it get, I done seen way to much stress as a jit
Death in this section was present
We preppin’ for war, so we feel like we better equipped
Brodie got demons he keep to his-self, probably won’t ever know, ’cause he never gon’ snitch
Hella resentments from lettin’ it sit
I say “I got him,” I’m never gon’ miss
I done put way too much prep into this
Back on your bumper how I’m wreckin’ this b!tch
I keep on talkin’ ’bout healin’ that’s never gon’ happen
You know that I’m steppin’ on sh#t
I say the feelin’ I get from me killin’ a rapper
Just show me that Heaven exist
Shootin’ ’til ain’t nothin’ left in the clip
Shootin’ ’til I get a strike in the b!tch
I might just go get a TEC in the b!tch
I might just go at the ref in this b!tch
Guessing you think this sh#t new to me, huh?
Guess you ain’t know what’s fuelin’ me, huh?
I just had enemies shootin’ me
Tell me, just what could this industry do to me, huh?
Helpin’ the hood and the homies
And plus the community think that it’s two of me, huh?
Know where I go when it’s over, I run out of gas
They gon’ say that they through with me, huh?
Aww, sh#t, when all this sh#t gon’ get better?
B!tches just fvckin’ whoever, n**** just sayin’ whatever
N****s’ gon’ fold under pressure, honestly I ain’t no better
I had to hop out the hole and got cold as a shoulder
I turned my emotion into sweater
I had to garner the power to work on my soul
I ain’t tryna be broke in forever
I see the smoke, and start runnin’ into it
Shawty you loose and is so therapeutic
I kina think that you want it to happen
Got put in a corner, you forced me to do it
You gotta tell me that bein’ a rapper is hangin’ with rappers, and I ain’t into it
I’m with the sh#t, and I’m ready to prove it
Waitin’ on Marshall to say I can do it
This sh#t goin’-
(Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do—)
If I run out of fuel, I won’t
What the fvck y’all gon’ do if I don’t
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do—)
That scares the fvck out of you
Look
I was left on the left for death, where what I bled for a game that barely kept me fed
They want the fame, just a spec of cred, nowadays I take a check instead
The pen been steps ahead, if you mention him, them boys wet the bed
Get on a track with Grip, and get knocked out like yo’ daddy did
Whatever Deebo said, the crap, we can go head to head
N****s play hard on the app
At they momma crib hatin’ on bars in the rap
From n****s that’s still starvin’ in the trap
Clap back, “Grip, you’re takin’ it too far, just relax”
These words I discard on wax
sh#t deeper than the cars and the rats, the fashion and gas
So when it’s star in the rats, got some of a feel, n**** with scars in his back
So pardon me, a part of me feelin’ insta click
Picture fit, b!tch a b!tch, blitz your sh#t
Grip in the kitchen with instant grits
Flick the wrist, they wish he miss, he six for six
Go back to the discog, it’s obvious I’m the godliest, yeah, I’m sonnin’ y’all
I took the Summer off, just to let them get they mumbles off, about blasé, they ain’t spun at all
The uninvolved underdog, somewhere from a junkie slum, wanna pummel y’all, but they don’t wanna brawl
This sh#t ain’t even fun no more
I mean, don’t nobody wanna come outside
They like “You should do a song with so and so, or maybe such and such”, this sh#t done, I tried
They must’ve got it in their arsenal or metacarpal, pick the pen up and now ink the mat
Hmm, but then again I’m partial
It really took Marshall just for me to get a feature, damn
I know raops what I started with, but when your target market’s a thought to the
It’s harder to put your heart in it, put come too far to quit, now I’m onto guitar and sh#t
So don’t find it jarrin’ if I switch the whole style up with the whole grip, go get the whole album
Any genre, same outcome, I want a bit with a stick like Malcolm
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow)
If I run out of fuel, I won’t
What the fvck y’all gon’ do if I don’t
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do—)
That scares the fvck out of you
I was up to my waist in debt, better yet, face and neck, tryna chase a check
Sweat, labor for minimal as wages get
Just tryna get me a dub like a blank cassette (Yeah)
I worked for peanuts ’til the day I met Dre
And that gave me a little Raisinette
Now nothing is close to disgusting as what I grossed
So this must mean what I wrote makes me the
Illest rapper there is, was, there ever will be
That’s the real reason I still squeeze and I fill these bars with so much vitriol
All these voices in my head convince me, I bet that Ted Kaczynski’ll feel me
‘Cause I seri-al kill beats like it’s real keys
My peripheral sees everything, you was POVs to rap G-O-D
From Little Caesars to filled arenas
I made it big, word to Lil’ Cease, “Fuel” remix
So who’ll be picked next, who’s name gonna be next up?
Notorious B.I.G.’s death was the domino effects of 2Pac’s murder
Like facial tissue, who’s card should I clean next? Puff’s?
‘Til he’s in police handcuffs, guilty, will he step up?
Like gee, never turned himself in
Who knows all the murders there’ll have been on me next
So prepare for me to not choose none of my words carefully
I’ve been comparable to Ivan The Terrible
I’ll take a paraplegic and I slam his wheelchair on the cement
At physical therapy treatment, then laugh hysterically
These wimps are like Slim’s hair when he bleached it
Y’all need to lighten up, I give a fvck, I don’t care in the least bit
Kiss every square inch of my white rear
And I guarantee that my elevator’s stuck somewhere between
Two levels emcee’s won’t ever see
I spit bars so barbarically, a fvckin’ parakeet wouldn’t dare repeat
I’ll never be runnin’ out of steam or kerosene, if I-
If I run out of fuel, I won’t
What the fvck y’all gon’ do if I don’t
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow—)
That scares the fvck out of you
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