What Do You Believe In?

[Intro] Yeah Woo! Shit, take 'em to church This make me feel good, man So much negativity, man I'm tryna bring somethin' positive back, you know Tell you a couple of things I believe in Yep So there it go, couple of things I don't believe in, too Woo! [Verse 1: Termanology] Yeah Shit, they say: 'What do you believe in?' I'd rather tell you what I don't believe Soldiers overseas, dyin' For some shit that they don't believe And lil' kids in the hood with no groceries, scared Turn on the lights and the roaches leave So they tip-toe with ease like: 'Oh no, please!' I ain't a player, I don't need nobody coachin' me Up in the government we ain't bringin no cocoa leaves Shit is so fucked up, niggas so coked up They don't see their whole check in their ass smoked up Niggas screamin': 'Folks up!', niggas screamin': 'Folks down!' Niggas screamin': 'Blood in!', niggas screamin': 'Blood out!' That gang shit got the youth ready to bang shit Niggas dyin' for colors, everywhere it's the same shit (same shit) It seems I've been goin' through this for years They say the good die young, but I don't know how I'm here They say: 'What do you believe in?' I believe if you don't stand for somethin', you fall for nothin' They say: 'What do you believe in?' I believe in karma, that's 360, my niggas ridin' with me They say: 'What do you believe in?' I believe, all my brothers in the pen, we gon' see you again They say: 'What do you believe in?' I believe that Bush is on my [?], still I keep my head up [Hook: singers] You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) Soon be comin the judgement day (Ahh, soon there be comin the judgement day) [Verse 2: Xzibit] C'mon.. What do you believe in? I believe in karma And that fo'-five to drop that drama Can't wait for the time when I meet my maker Picture everlasting life in Jamaica, time to wake up Watch your thoughts, your thoughts become words Your words become actions when the bullshit happens Keep laughin', that's when the gauge start clackin' Feel the buckshots smackin' have your body mismatchin' Yo, I feel the devil tryin to force my hand Steady bringin' out the soldier in a peaceful man See I was born to be all that I can, without a Uncle named Sam As you can see we just a part of his plan Cause first there was a war on blacks And then there was a war on crack, now it's war in Iraq, c'mon I never give up, I only give back I ain't preachin, I'm just statin the facts So let the choir SING! [Hook] [Outro: Statik Selektah] One time! Big shout-out my man Dan Green Clockwork Music The whole ST The Squad Payroll, Lawtown 617, all the ShowOffs That's it!