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?.