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 continuously 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?