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Fuel (Shady Edition|Explicit) - Eminem/WESTSIDE BOOGIE/GRIP
Lyrics by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Anthony Tremaine Dixson/Kyle Clow
Composed by：Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Anthony Tremaine Dixson/Kyle Clow
Produced by：Mr. Porter/Eminem
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 resentment 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 *****
I keep on talkin' 'bout healin' that's never gon' happen
You know that I'm steppin' on ****
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 respect in this *****
I might just go get a TEC in this *****
I might just go at the ref in this *****
Guessing you think this **** new to me huh
Guess you ain't know what's fuelin' me huh
I just had enemies shoot at 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 aw ****
When all this **** gon' get better ******* just ******* whoever
Nigga just sayin' whatever niggas' 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 broken forever
I see the smoke and start runnin' into it
Shawty you losin' is so therapeutic
I kinda 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 **** and I'm ready to prove it
Waitin' on Marshall to say I can do it
This **** goin' down down down down dow-dow-dow-dow
If I run out of fuel I won't
What the **** y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel
Down down down down dow-dow-dow-dow
That scares the **** out of you look
I was slept on and left for dead
Sweat wept and bled for a game that barely kept me fed
Ain't 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 to Craig we can go head to head
Niggas play hard on the app
At they mama crib hatin' on bars in a rap
From niggas that still starve in the trap
Clap back and it's "GRIP you're takin' it too far just relax"
These words I discard on the wax
**** deeper than the cars and the racks
The fashion and gas so when a star interacts
Got the soul of a field nigga with scars on his back
So pardon me if part of me feel a itch to click
Pitch a fit blitz a ***** split ya ****
GRIP in the kitchen with instant grits
Flick the wrist they wish he'd miss he's six for six
Go back through 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 blocks that
They ain't spun at all
The uninvolved underdog
Summoned from a drunken slumber to pummel y'all
But they don't wanna brawl
This **** 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 **** done I tried
They must not got it in their arsenal or metacarpal
To pick the pen up and out-ink the man
Hm but then again I'm partial
It really took Marshall just for me to get a feature
Damn
I know rap's what I started with
But when your target market's lethargic to the bars you spit
It's harder to put your heart in it
But come too far to quit now I'm on to guitars and ****
So don't find it jarrin' if I switch the whole style up
Want the old GRIP go get the old album
Any genre same outcome
I'm on that ***** with a stick like Malcolm
Buck buck buck buck
Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck-buck
That scares the **** 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 Raisinet
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 or ever will be
That's the real reason I still squeeze
And I fill these bars with so much vitriol
These voices in my head convince me I bet that Ted Kaczynski'll feel me
'Cause I serial 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
Or me mixed up 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'll 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 ****
I don't care in the least bit
Kiss every square inch of my white rear end I guarantee that
My elevator's stuck somewhere between two levels emcee's won't ever see
I spit bars so barbarically a ******* parakeet wouldn't dare repeat
I'll never be runnin' out of steam or kerosene