Eminem - Fuel (Lyrics) ft. JID

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Eminem - Fuel (Lyrics) ft. JID
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🎵 Lyrics:

All of my n*ggas gon' ride with it
In the pocket, the rocket like Kelly mom
Mama told me the power was in the tongue
But it probably ain't powerful as a gun
All of you little cowards get devoured, I'm givin’ out flowers to anyone
I ain’t been out the house in a minute 'cause I ain’t wit' it if the money is miniature
I been mindin' my business, I'm business-mindin’
I been spendin' some time with the minister
'Cause them n*ggas spinnin' shit and still sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister
Try to pray and repent in a synagoguе or a mosque, a temple, a church
Thеm brown skin's seen many n*ggas hurtin'
And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
R.I.P. D on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, durk, first
My n*gga doin' four plus eight without a court date
Talked the other day, he say he doin' okay
He good, he gainin' weight, then got a sharp shank
He made, he say they played, they gotta partake
Homie got a heart full of hate and a face full of war paint
Eyes all red, full of rage and it's hard to escape from a dark place
East side n*ggas from the A, n*ggas all ages
Tryna sell a pound of the dog cage
All the OGs 'round town was our age
Danger, sex, and drugs, X and R rated
Danger, sex, and drugs, shit be outrageous
But don't get this shit fucked up, my boy
Ya lucked up once then ya doubled up
I dribble and pass it to the cup and triple-double it
Get to the basket, get the cash and cuddle up
Cover up, bundle up, batter up
Um, talk a lot of smack and now go back it up
Shawty wanna shag, wanna shack it up
I can put a pussy on the platter like a platypus
Nappy hair, n*gga, hair natted up
I said, "Barbara," n*gga tatted up
I won't argue

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—
That scares the fuck out of you

For a couple decades
Been lettin' this TEC spray
From that day that I met Dre
So you liable to catch strays
From the second you press play
I suggest they
Do not test like an essay
'Cause like when my homies out west, ayy
We can just say
I'm like a R-A-P-E-R
Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As
Wait, he didn't just spell the word, "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)
R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie
And Pac, both of y'all should be living
But I ain't tryna beef with him
'Cause he might put a hit on me like Keefe D did him
And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me
Ain't gonna be on no beat, silly
I beat the beat silly, on the grind like teeth gritting
Call me, "Obesity"
You think it's over? Wait, it's just beginning
Diss me and it ain't gonna be pretty
Used to be yea tall then I grew a little each day 'til I became God
Like James Todd, now your arms are too short to beat K-Rod
Indeed, they small like DJ Paul
My new Benz better than your truck by far
Bitch, suck my balls
You either smoke crack and you're playin' stick ball in the street
'Cause you must be on base if you thinkin' you can touch my car
But if the whole world was out to get you
It'd turn you to a powder keg too
Kyle Rittenhouse, spittin' rounds, the TEC shoots
And that ain't no sound effect
Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose
I don't condone gun violence at schools
But I can't get these voices out my head
They're putting words in my mouth like alphabet soup
Got the most content on the continent
And constant compliments give me confidence
Across the common sense and incompetence
Incognizant, the conflict's are consequence
Of accomplishments that conference through compeitish
If conquered done conked him into unconsciousness
Through conscious, I conjure that
King Kong had just called me, "Kamikaze," I'm gun cocked to this
Nobodies sixteen's are touching
These motherfuckin' index fingers fuckin' the nina
Clutchin' the nine millimeter, tuckin' the heat
Got the toaster like an English muffin
No, I mean, "Toast to" like you drink to somethin'
But it's in a holster, I proceed to bust it
Fuck around and get popped like Halyna Hutchins
Like I'm Alec Baldwin, what I mean is buckin' you down, coup de grâce then
Right between the fuckin'
I shoot 'em all in if you think you're fuckin' with me
You're gonna suffer the fuckin' repercussions
The reaper's comin' to heathen and I need it from me
I keep replenishing fuel while the beat I'm punishin'