paroles de chanson Fuel - Eminem
Smokin'
trees,
I'm
ridin'
'round
Come
to
my
side
of
town
Lately,
it's
been
goin',
goin'
(look,
uh)
Goin',
goin',
goin'
down
(look)
All
of
my
ni-
gon'
ride
with
it
In
the
pocket,
the
rocket
like
Kellen
Mond
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
with
it
if
the
money
is
miniature
I
been
mindin'
my
business,
I'm
business-minded
I
been
spendin'
some
time
with
the
minister
'Cause
them
ni-
spinnin'
shit
And
still
sinnin'
in
the
City
of
God
and
it's
sinister
Try
to
pray
and
repent
in
a
synagogue
Or
a
mosque,
a
temple,
a
church
Them
brown
skin's
sentiment
ni-
hurtin'
And
murder's
a
common
courtesy,
for
certainly
RIP
be
on
the
shirt,
search,
lurk
(down,
down,
down,
down,
do-do-do-)
Murk,
squirt,
dirt,
First
(48)
My
ni-
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
play,
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
ni-
from
the
A,
ni-
all
ages
Tryna
sell
a
po-
of
the
dog
cage
All
the
OGs
'round
town
was
our
age
Danger,
sex,
and
dr-,
X
and
R
rated
(Danger,
sex,
and
dr-,
shit
be
outrageous)
But
don't
get
this
shit
fu-
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
(batter
up)
Um,
talk
a
lot
of
smack
and
I
could
back
it
up
Shawty
wanna
shag,
wanna
shack
it
up
I
can
put
her
pu-
on
the
platter
like
a
platypus
Nappy-head
ni-,
hair
natted
up
I
said,
"Barbara,"
a
ni-
tatted
up
I
won't
argue,
ni-
mad
as
fu-
'Cause
they
ain't
compatible,
I'm
finna
catapult
But
ni-
know
it's
goin'
(down,
down,
down,
do-do-do-)
If
I
run
out
of
fuel,
I
won't
What
the
fu-
y'all
gon'
do
if
I
don't
Run
out
of
fuel?
(Down,
down,
down,
down,
do-do-do-do)
That
scares
the
fu-
out
of
you
For
a
couple
decades
(brrt)
Been
lettin'
this
TEC
spray
(brrt)
From
that
day
that
I
met
Dre
(brrt)
So
you
liable
to
catch
strays
(brrt)
From
the
second
you
press
play
(what?)
I
suggest
they
(what?)
Do
not
test
like
an
essay
(Why?)
'Cause
like
where
my
homies
out
west
stay
(Yeah)
We
can
just
say
(What?)
I'm
like
an
R-A-P-E-R
(Yeah)
Got
so
many
S-As
(S-As),
S-As
(Huh)
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
(yep)
But
I
ain't
tryna
beef
with
him
(nope)
'Cause
he
might
put
a
hit
on
me
like,
"Keefe
D,
get
him"
And
that's
the
only
way
you're
gonna
be
ki-
me
(nah)
Ain't
gonna
be
on
no
beat,
silly
(yeah)
I
beat
the
beat
silly,
on
the
grind
like
teeth
gritting
Call
me
"Obesity"
(why?)
You
think
it's
over?
Wait,
it's
just
beginning
Diss
me
and
it
ain't
gonna
be
pretty
(nah)
Used
to
be
yay
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
(yeah)
Indeed,
they
small
like
DJ
Paul
(Woo)
My
new
Benz
better
than
your
truck
by
far
Bi-,
suck
my
ba-
You
either
smoke
- or
you're
playin'
stickball
in
the
street
'Cause
you
must
be
on
-,
If
you
thinkin'
you
can
touch
my
car
(yeah)
But
if
the
whole
world
was
out
to
get
you
(what?)
It'd
turn
you
to
a
powder
keg
too
Kyle
Rittenhouse,
spittin'
rounds,
the
TEC
shoots
like
(look
out,
like,
"Brrt")
And
that
ain't
no
sound
effect
(whoo)
Neither
was
that,
SIG
Sauer
lets
loose
I
don't
condone
gun
violence
at
schools
(nah)
But
I
can't
get
these
voices
out
my
head
(hey,
let's
go,
one,
two)
They're
putting
words
in
my
mouth
like
alphabet
soup
Got
the
most
content
on
the
continent
And
constant
compliments
give
me
confidence
(I'm
a)
A
cross
of
common
sense
and
incompetence
(uh)
I'm
cognizant
that
conflicts
are
consequence
(what?)
Of
accomplishments
accomplished
through
competition
If
Kon
coulda
conked
him
into
unconsciousness
Though
conscious,
I
conjure
this
King
Kong
and
Just
call
me
"Kamikaze,"
I'm
concoctin'
this
(whoo,
my
bad)
Nobody's
16's
are
touching
These
mo-'
index
fingers
fu-
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
and
Fu-
around
and
get
po-
like
Halyna
Hutchins
Like
I'm
Alec
Baldwin,
what
I
mean
is
buckin'
you
down
Coup
de
grâce
then,
right
between
the
fu-
eyes
Shoot
'em
all
then,
if
you
think
you're
fu-
with
me
You're
gonna
suffer
the
fu-
repercussions
The
reaper's
comin',
a
heathen,
I'm
Ethan
Crumbley
(down,
down,
down)
I
keep
replenishing
fuel
while
the
beat
I'm
punishin'
(do-do-do-)
If
I
run
out
of
fuel,
I
won't
What
the
fu-
y'all
gon'
do
if
I
don't
Run
out
of
fuel?
(Down,
down,
down,
down)
run
out
of
fuel
(do-do-do-)
That
scares
the
fu-
out
of
you
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9 Fuel
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