Believe lyrics

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
It was supposed to be you and I 'til the curtains closed
But somewhere along the lines, we switched episodes
It's kinda like when Gina left Martin for New York
Speaking of New York, the city feels so lost
Even with the Knicks looking to make the playoffs
Spike Lee's back on the court, and Jeter's still with the Bronx
Bloomberg got the city ready for seance
Go get your ouija boards out, n*ggas, and pray on
You want drama? Get your f*cking Kay Slay on
Still got the world on my shoulders, a n*gga headstrong
About to go in, you can lock my body
Contract my mind, my thoughts keep escaping
Power of the pen, a work of art like Basquiat or Banksy
'Cept I paint my pictures lyrically, you fancy, huh
b*tch foamin like a Swiss B
And we ain't talkin' hoes, we talkin Euros and 'Raris

[Hook]
Who do you believe in?
Is it money or the man upstairs? Is it power or prayer?
God bless the dead and f*ck the world fast
What's progression if you never been through backlash?
n*gga, what do you believe in?
Cause my money's on me, myself, and I, my team, and this music
Y'all ain't gon' believe this
Maybe it's my fault, or maybe y'all just making excuses
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Who do you believe in?
Motherf*cker the money is talking to me and tellin me that it's lonely
In need of new friends, preferably Grants and Franklins
And the singles and the fives went to the b*tches
Dubs is for wifing in the club, no mention
But you know who you are, n*gga stop flinching
Stop cuffing; you may not think that it's a b*tch
But life's a ho and everybody's been f*cking
See, that's what I believe in
With no logic, no need for experience
To f*ck the world would be a lifetime achievement
You make it c*m then e'rybody jump on the di*k
Y'all n*ggas full of sh*t, that's why you f*ckin as*h*les
And never smell the sh*t stinking 'til you get sh*tted on
f*ck 'em all, not for nothing
I ain't always on time, too much ice in the vodka mo'f*cker

[Hook]
Who do you believe in?
Is it money or the man upstairs? Is it power or prayer?
God bless the dead and f*ck the world fast
What's progression if you never been through backlash?
n*gga, what do you believe in?
Cause my money's on me, myself, and I, my team, and this music
Y'all ain't gon' believe this
Maybe it's my fault, or maybe y'all just making excuses