Non Believers - Ice Cube

I make a non-believer say, «Oh my God»

Ain’t nothin' too incredible for the Wizard of Oz

Ain’t nothin' too regretable for me to lose no sleep

These the cards I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and weep

It’s that West side rollin, pussies get swollen

Knockin' niggas down in the pen, I’m bowlin'

Controllin' everything I’m holdin'

I made a promise to myself

I’ma keep it gangsta always even in the hallways of corporate America,

break down the barrier

Self-made, Koolaid, fuck what you say

Fuck what he say, pimpin' ain’t easy

Don Mega put a dagger in your swagger

Rollin' zones, tell Mick Jagger

Fuck the chit-chatter

I got a bladder full of red cup liquor, yes, my nigga

Drinkin' out the pitcher, I turn water into wine like scripture

Make a toast, every dose is a overdose

And that ghost’ll make your ass do the holy ghost

Make believers outta non-believers

Make believers out the overseers

Make 'em bow down when they need us

We got some non-believers out there

Make believers outta non-believers

Make believers out the overseers

Make 'em bow down when they need us

They got to bow down when they need us

Boo, I pop up like a phantom

And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' that I hand 'em

Yup, the guys call me Samson, I’m dangerous with a Samsung

Call my niggas at random and they quick to make ugly outta handsome

Old rappers, I fuck up your grandson

New rappers, meet Charlie Manson

I brainwash your damn son, yup, he’ll leave the house with a handgun

But if he ran into Zimmerman, pull it out homie, you ain’t got to run

It’s a cold, cold world for all these non-believers and underachievers

These fake ass bitches and divas

Where the fuck will they go when they leave us?

Make believers outta non-believers

Make believers out the overseers

Make 'em bow down when they need us

We got some non-believers out there

Make believers outta non-believers

Make believers out the overseers

Make 'em bow down when they need us

They got to bow down when they need us

Don’t get hogtied fuckin' with the raw hide

My four-five make the law hide

For life, gangsta for life

Think about your wife 'fore you play with your life

It’s that rattlesnake from the battle state, trick

That python with the mic on, bitch

Palm trees are like napalm, grimy

In my hood he like Treyvon, try me

I’m walkin' home with my Skittles

The neighborhood watch first house to get riddled

Bust, leave bullets in your pillow

You fuckin' hero, don’t make that bitch a widow

This gon' hurt just a little

White people, stop sayin' «ghetto»

It’s like the pot callin' the kettle

Damn, you the reason why we ghetto

We got some non-believers out there

Make believers outta non-believers

Make believers out the overseers

Make 'em bow down when they need us

They got to bow down when they need us

Can you believe this motherfuckin' shit?

Havin' faith is believin' in somethin' you have yet to see

You got to believe in somethin', homie

Why not believe in me?