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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] the law!
Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continuously outsmart
the [bad word] law, in every way
Key word in ninety-four is 'down low'
Gots to be [bad word] I see how the rich got theirs [bad word] I'm legit, [bad word] Where do we go from here?
(Who's afraid, of the punk police?
To my [bad word] the streets, [bad word] peace) --> repeat in background
Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at?
See [bad word] killin babies, killin mommas
Killin kids, puttin this in they [bad word] 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 [bad word] got toys with guns
Jails for guns, but still, no god [bad word] 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 [bad word]  US
What can WE do? [bad word] I declare a death sentence to all child molestors
Fake [bad word] [bad word]  male and female
And all you punk [bad word] snitches
We can do without your [bad word] 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?