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eminem & jid - fuel lyrics

[intro: jid]
smoking trees, i’m ridin’ ’round
come to my side of town
lately, it’s been goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’, goin’ down (look, uh, look)

[verse 1: jid]
all of my n_ggas gon’ ride with it
in the pocket, the rocket like kelly mom

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’

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 (forty_eight)

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

eyes all red, full of rage and it’s hard to escape from a dark place

all the ogs ’round town was our age

danger, s_x, and drugs, sh_t be outrageous
but don’t get this sh_t f_cked up, my boy
ya lucked up once then ya doubled up

cover up, bundle up, batter up (batter up)
um, talk a lot of smack and now go back it up
shawty wanna sh_g, wanna shack it up
i can put a p_ssy on the platter like a platypus
nappy hair, n_gga, hair natted up
i said, “barbara,” n_gga tatted up
i won’t argue, n_gga mad as f_ck
’cause i ain’t compatible, i’m finna catapult
but n_ggas know it’s goin’
down, down, down, down, do_do_do—
[chorus: eminem]

i won’t, what the f_ck y’all gon’ do
if i don’t run out of fuel?
down, down, down, down, do_do_do— (run out of fuel)
that scares the f_ck out of you

[verse 2: eminem]
for a couple decades (brrt)

so you liable to catch strays (brrt)
from the second you press play (what?)

’cause like when my homies out west, ayy (yeah)
we can just say (what?)

diss me and it ain’t gonna be pretty (nah)

like james todd, now your arms are too short to beat k_rod

my new benz better than your truck by far
b_tch, suck my b_lls

but if the whole world was out to get you (what?)
it’d turn you to a powder keg too

i don’t condone gun violence at schools (nah)

got the most content on the continent
and constant compliments give me confidence (i’ma)
across the common sense and incompetence (uh)

if conquered done conked him into unconsciousness
through conscious, i conjure that

clutchin’ the nine millimeter, tuckin’ the heat
got the toaster like an english m_ffin
no, i mean, “toast to” like you drink to somethin’

right between the f_ckin’
i shoot ’em all in if you think you’re f_ckin’ with me
you’re gonna suffer the f_ckin’ repercussions
the reaper’s comin’ to heathen and i need it from me
i keep replenishing fuel while the beat i’m punishin’
[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, do_do_do— (run out of fuel)
that scares the f_ck out of you

- eminem jid lyrics

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