Power.. pow.. power...

Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go

It's ninety-fo', what's next?

Power.. enter my world

I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggaz

I swear these playa haters done got a taste of power

It ain't all good in the hood

Least not on my side, from where I stand

And the law? Man, fuck the law!

Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continue to outsmart

the motherfuckin law, in every way

Key word in ninety-four is 'down low'

Gots to be struggling

I see how the rich got theirs

Nigga I'm legit, shit

Where do we go from here?

(Who's afraid, of the punk police?

To my niggaz run the streets, fuck peace) --> repeat in background

Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at?

See motherfuckers killin babies, killin mommas

Killin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark

Now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race

before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?

These crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns

Jails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs

And they wonder why we loc'n up

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go?

*singers singing variations of 'Where do we go from here'*

All you niggaz out there

The clouds shook, the world listened

We stood together in April of ninety-two

With duty, and a sense of honor

There is no limit to what WE can achieve

That's all on us... us...

Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies

or none of them motherfuckers, US

What can WE do? Shit

I declare a death sentence to all child molestors

Fake-ass bitches, male and female

And all you punk-ass snitches

We can do without your asshole

Let no man break, what we set

Where do we go from here?

Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss you

All the other real G's that passed away in ninety-three

In ninety-four, and more

What do we do? For us?

Writer : G. CLINTON, T. SHAKUR, W. COLLINS, G. COOPER, T. PIZARRO, D. NETTLESBEY
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group