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eminem, westside boogie & grip - fuel (shady edition) lyrics

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[intro]

[verse 1: westside boogie]

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
h+lla 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 b+tch

i say the feelin’ i get from me k!llin’ a rapper just show me that heaven exist
shootin’ ’til ain’t nothin’ left in the clip, shootin’ ’til i get respect in this b+tch

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, sh+t
when all this sh+t gon’ get better? b+tches just f+ckin’ whoever
n+gga just sayin’ whatever, n+ggas’ 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

this sh+t goin’ down, down, down, down, dow+dow+dow+dow—
[chorus: eminem & grip]

[verse 2: grip]
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

n+ggas play hard on the app
at they mama crib hatin’ on bars in a rap
from n+ggas 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
sh+t deeper than the cars and the racks
the fashion and gas, so when a star interacts
got the soul of a field n+gga with scars on his back
so pardon me if part of me feel a itch to cl!ck
pitch a fit, blitz a b+tch, split ya sh+t
grip in the kitchen with instant grits
fl!ck 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 sh+t ain’t even fun no more
i mean, don’t n0body 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 not got it in their +rs+nal or metacarpal
to pick the pen up and out+ink the man
hm, but then again i’m partial

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 sh+t
so don’t find it jarrin’ if i switch the whole style up

any genre, same outcome

buck, buck, buck, buck
buck+buck+buck+buck+buck+buck+buck+buck
[chorus: eminem]
if i run out of fuel, i won’t
what the f+ck y’all gon’ do if i don’t
run out of fuel? (down, down, down, down, dow+dow+dow+dow—)
that scares the f+ck out of you

[verse 3: eminem]

who knows all the murders they’ll pin
on me next, so prepare for me to not choose none of my words carefully
,

[chorus: eminem]
if i run out of fuel, i won’t
what the f+ck y’all gon’ do if i don’t
run out of fuel? (down, down, down, down, dow+dow+dow+dow—)
that scares the f+ck out of you



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