Fuel (Shady Edition) - Eminem/WESTSIDE BOOGIE.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Anthony Tremaine Dixson/Kyle Clow
[00:00.738] 作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Anthony Tremaine Dixson/Kyle Clow
[00:01.476]作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Anthony Tremaine Dixson/Kyle Clow
[00:01.580]作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/D. Porter/H. LeMon Bey/Thomas Forbes/Anthony Tremaine Dixson/Kyle Clow
[00:03.156][Intro]
[00:03.749]Smokin' trees, I'm ridin' 'round
[00:04.052]Come to my side of town
[00:04.684]Lately, it's been goin', goin', goin', goin', goin' down
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[00:06.812][Verse 1: WESTSIDE BOOGIE]
[00:07.380]Come see how heavy it get, I done seen way to much stress as a jit
[00:09.572]Death in this section was present
[00:11.604]We preppin' for war, so we feel like we better equipped
[00:13.308]Brodie got demons he keep to his-self, probably won't ever know, 'cause he never gon' snitch
[00:16.716]Hella resentments from lettin' it sit
[00:18.540]I say "I got him," I'm never gon' miss
[00:20.252]I done put way too much prep into this
[00:22.068]Back on your bumper how I'm wreckin' this b!tch
[00:23.892]I keep on talkin' 'bout healin' that's never gon' happen
[00:25.924]You know that I'm steppin' on sh!t
[00:27.196]I say the feelin' I get from me killin' a rapper
[00:29.148]Just show me that Heaven exist
[00:30.628]Shootin' 'til ain't nothin' left in the clip
[00:32.020]Shootin' 'til I get a strike in the b!tch
[00:34.140]I might just go get a TEC in the b!tch
[00:35.876]I might just go at the ref in this b!tch
[00:37.596]Guessing you think this sh!t new to me, huh?
[00:39.292]Guess you ain't know what's fuelin' me, huh?
[00:41.108]I just had enemies shootin' me
[00:42.916]Tell me, just what could this industry do to me, huh?
[00:44.572]Helpin' the hood and the homies
[00:46.268]And plus the community think that it's two of me, huh?
[00:47.940]Know where I go when it's over, I run out of gas
[00:49.852]They gon' say that they through with me, huh?
[00:51.500]Aww, sh!t, when all this sh!t gon' get better?
[00:53.815]B!tches just fvckin' whoever, n**** just sayin' whatever
[00:56.539]N****s' gon' fold under pressure, honestly I ain't no better
[00:58.856]I had to hop out the hole and got cold as a shoulder
[01:00.856]I turned my emotion into sweater
[01:02.176]I had to garner the power to work on my soul
[01:04.383]I ain't tryna be broke in forever
[01:05.948]I see the smoke, and start runnin' into it
[01:07.499]Shawty you loose and is so therapeutic
[01:09.443]I kina think that you want it to happen
[01:10.915]Got put in a corner, you forced me to do it
[01:12.827]You gotta tell me that bein' a rapper is hangin' with rappers, and I ain't into it
[01:15.115]I'm with the sh!t, and I'm ready to prove it
[01:18.155]Waitin' on Marshall to say I can do it
[01:19.811]This sh!t goin'-
[01:20.947](Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do—)
[01:21.733]
[01:22.051][Chorus: Eminem]
[01:23.643]If I run out of fuel, I won't
[01:26.211]What the fvck y'all gon' do if I don't
[01:29.475]Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do—)
[01:32.891]That scares the fvck out of you
[01:33.675]
[01:33.971][Verse 2: GRIP]
[01:34.267]Look
[01:34.754]I was left on the left for death, where what I bled for a game that barely kept me fed
[01:37.915]They want the fame, just a spec of cred, nowadays I take a check instead
[01:39.819]The pen been steps ahead, if you mention him, them boys wet the bed
[01:43.147]Get on a track with Grip, and get knocked out like yo' daddy did
[01:45.675]Whatever Deebo said, the crap, we can go head to head
[01:47.835]N****s play hard on the app
[01:49.898]At they momma crib hatin' on bars in the rap
[01:51.563]From n****s that's still starvin' in the trap
[01:52.946]Clap back, "Grip, you're takin' it too far, just relax"
[01:54.267]These words I discard on wax
[01:56.027]Sh!t deeper than the cars and the rats, the fashion and gas
[01:58.435]So when it's star in the rats, got some of a feel, n**** with scars in his back
[02:01.283]So pardon me, a part of me feelin' insta click
[02:03.578]Picture fit, b!tch a b!tch, blitz your sh!t
[02:04.747]Grip in the kitchen with instant grits
[02:07.171]Flick the wrist, they wish he miss, he six for six
[02:09.026]Go back to the discog, it's obvious I'm the godliest, yeah, I'm sonnin' y'all
[02:12.595]I took the Summer off, just to let them get they mumbles off, about blasé, they ain't spun at all
[02:16.058]The uninvolved underdog, somewhere from a junkie slum, wanna pummel y'all, but they don't wanna brawl
[02:19.723]This sh!t ain't even fun no more
[02:21.162]I mean, don't nobody wanna come outside
[02:22.762]They like "You should do a song with so and so, or maybe such and such", this sh!t done, I tried
[02:26.647]They must've got it in their arsenal or metacarpal, pick the pen up and now ink the mat
[02:29.179]Hmm, but then again I'm partial
[02:31.733]It really took Marshall just for me to get a feature, damn
[02:33.267]I know raops what I started with, but when your target market's a thought to the [body split?]
[02:36.610]It's harder to put your heart in it, put come too far to quit, now I'm onto guitar and sh!t
[02:40.206]So don't find it jarrin' if I switch the whole style up with the whole grip, go get the whole album
[02:44.210]Any genre, same outcome, I want a bit with a stick like Malcolm
[02:47.266](Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow)
[02:48.194][Chorus: Eminem]
[02:50.490]If I run out of fuel, I won't
[02:53.357]What the fvck y'all gon' do if I don't
[02:56.837]Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, do-do-do-do—)
[02:59.757]That scares the fvck out of you
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[03:00.861][Verse 3: Eminem]
[03:01.173]I was up to my waist in debt, better yet, face and neck, tryna chase a check
[03:04.189]Sweat, labor for minimal as wages get
[03:06.181]Just tryna get me a dub like a blank cassette (Yeah)
[03:07.901]I worked for peanuts 'til the day I met Dre
[03:09.838]And that gave me a little Raisinette
[03:11.301]Now nothing is close to disgusting as what I grossed
[03:13.517]So this must mean what I wrote makes me the
[03:15.229]Illest rapper there is, was, there ever will be
[03:17.520]That's the real reason I still squeeze and I fill these bars with so much vitriol
[03:21.184]All these voices in my head convince me, I bet that Ted Kaczynski'll feel me
[03:25.080]'Cause I seri-al kill beats like it's real keys
[03:27.896]My peripheral sees everything, you was POVs to rap G-O-D
[03:31.152]From Little Caesars to filled arenas
[03:33.464]I made it big, word to Lil' Cease, "Fuel" remix
[03:35.984]So who'll be picked next, who's name gonna be next up?
[03:37.920]Notorious B.I.G.'s death was the domino effects of 2Pac's murder
[03:42.584]Like facial tissue, who's card should I clean next? Puff's?
[03:45.807]'Til he's in police handcuffs, guilty, will he step up?
[03:48.783]Like gee, never turned himself in
[03:50.975]Who knows all the murders there'll have been on me next
[03:53.687]So prepare for me to not choose none of my words carefully
[03:55.871]I've been comparable to Ivan The Terrible
[03:58.855]I'll take a paraplegic and I slam his wheelchair on the cement
[04:02.287]At physical therapy treatment, then laugh hysterically
[04:05.447]These wimps are like Slim's hair when he bleached it
[04:07.349]Y'all need to lighten up, I give a fvck, I don't care in the least bit
[04:10.797]Kiss every square inch of my white rear
[04:13.077]And I guarantee that my elevator's stuck somewhere between
[04:15.765]Two levels emcee's won't ever see
[04:17.373]I spit bars so barbarically, a fvckin' parakeet wouldn't dare repeat
[04:20.684]I'll never be runnin' out of steam or kerosene, if I-
[04:21.796][Chorus: Eminem]
[04:24.004]If I run out of fuel, I won't
[04:26.595]What the fvck y'all gon' do if I don't
[04:30.132]Run out of fuel? (Down, down, down, down, dow-dow-dow-dow—)
[04:33.987]That scares the fvck out of you