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