Fuel Fuel (feat. WESTSIDE BOOGIE & GRIP) (Shady Edition) Eminem

Smokin' trees, I'm ridin' 'round
Come to my side of town
Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down
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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 bitch
I keep on talkin' 'bout healin' that's never gon' happen
You know that I'm steppin' on shit
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 bitch
I might just go get a TEC in the bitch
I might just go at the ref in this bitch
Guessing you think this shit 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, shit, when all this shit gon' get better?
Bitches just fuckin' 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 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 shit, and I'm ready to prove it
Waitin' on Marshall to say I can do it
This shit goin'-
(Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-)
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If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-)
That scares the fuck out of you
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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 momma crib hatin' on bars in a rap
From niggas that's still starve in the trap
Clap back and it's, "GRIP, you're takin' it too far, just relax"
These words I discard on wax
Shit 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 in his back
So pardon me if part of me feel a itch to click
Pitch a fit, blitz a bitch, split ya shit
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 shit 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 shit done, I tried
They must've got it in the [?], 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 [?] spit
It's harder to put your heart in it, put come too far to quit, now I'm onto the [?] shit
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)
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If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-)
That scares the fuck out of you
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I was up to my waist in debt, better yet, facin' neck, tryna chase a check
Sweat labor from minimal as wages get
Just tryna get me a dub like a blank cassette
I work for peanuts 'til the day I met Dre
And that gave me a little raise
And not nothing's is close to digustin' as what I grossed, so this must mean what I wrote makes it the-
Illest rap of there is, was, there ever will be
That's the real reason I still squeeze and I fill these bars with so much [?]
These voices in my head convince me, I bet that Ted Kaczynski'll feel me
'Cause I seri', you [?], but this real keys, my peripheral sees
Everything you was POVs, they've had G-O-D
From Little Caesars to fill arenas, I made it, they with a little [?] fury mixed
So who will be picked next, who's name gonna be next up?
Notorious B.I.G.'s death was the [?] effect 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, they've turned himself in
Who knows all the murders there have been?
Or make myself prepared for me to not choose my words carefully
I been comparable to Ivan The Terrible
I take a paraplegic and I slam his wheelchair on the cement
At physical therapy treatment, then laugh hysterically
These whim "I like Slim's hair when he bleached"
Y'all need to lighten up, I give a fuck, I don't care in the least bit
Kiss every swearin' mouth, like wearin', not guaranteed
And my elevator stop somewhere between two levels [?] won't ever see
I spit bars so barbarically, a fuckin' parakeet wouldn't dare repeat
I never be runnin' out of steam or kerosene, if I-
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If I run out of fuel, I won't
What the fuck y'all gon' do if I don't
Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do-)
That scares the fuck out of you