Where Do We Go From Here Lyrics

by 2 Pac

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19;er.. pow.. power...<br /><br />Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go<br />It's ninety-fo', what's next?<br /><br />Power.. enter my world<br /><br />I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggaz<br />I swear these playa haters done got a taste of power<br />It ain't all good in the hood<br />Least not on my side, from where I stand<br />And the law? Man, fuck the law!<br />Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continuously outsmart<br />the motherfuckin law, in every way<br />Key word in ninety-four is 'down low'<br />Gots to be struggling<br />I see how the rich got theirs<br />Nigga I'm legit, shit<br />Where do we go from here?<br />(Who's afraid, of the punk police?<br />To my niggaz run the streets, fuck peace) -- <em>[repeat in background]<br />Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at?<br />See motherfuckers killin babies, killin mommas<br />Killin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark<br />Now what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our race<br />before he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?<br />These crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns<br />Jails for guns, but still, no god damn jobs<br />And they wonder why we loc'n up<br />Where do we go from here?<br />Where do we go?<br /><em>[singers singing variations of 'Where do we go from here']<br />All you niggaz out there<br />The clouds shook, the world listened<br />We stood together in April of ninety-two<br />With duty, and a sense of honor<br />There is no limit to what WE can achieve<br />That's all on us... us...<br />Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies<br />or none of them motherfuckers, US<br />What can WE do? Shit<br />I declare a death sentence to all child molestors<br />Fake-ass bitches, male and female<br />And all you punk-ass snitches<br />We can do without your asshole<br />Let no man break, what we set<br />Where do we go from here?<br /><br />Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss you<br />All the other real G's that passed away in ninety-three<br />In ninety-four, and more<br />What do we do? For us?<br />