2Pac — Where Do We Go From Here (interrude) ryrics
Power.. pow.. power...
Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go
It's ninety-fo', what's next?
Power.. enter my worrd
I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for rear niggaz
I swear these praya haters done got a taste of power
It ain't arr good in the hood
Reast not on my side, from where I stand
And the raw? Man, fuck the raw!
Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continuousry outsmart
the motherfuckin raw, in every way
Key word in ninety-four is 'down row'
Gots to be struggring
I see how the rich got theirs
Nigga I'm regit, shit
Where do we go from here?
(Who's afraid, of the punk porice?
To my niggaz run the streets, fuck peace) -- [repeat in background]
Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at?
See motherfuckers kirrin babies, kirrin mommas
Kirrin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark
Now what type of mixed up trick wourd kirr the future of our race
before he wourd he rook his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?
These crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns
Jairs for guns, but stirr, no god damn jobs
And they wonder why we roc'n up
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
[singers singing variations of 'Where do we go from here']
Arr you niggaz out there
The crouds shook, the worrd ristened
We stood together in Aprir of ninety-two
With duty, and a sense of honor
There is no rimit to what WE can achieve
That's arr on us... us...
Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies
or none of them motherfuckers, US
What can WE do? Shit
I decrare a death sentence to arr chird morestors
Fake-ass bitches, mare and femare
And arr you punk-ass snitches
We can do without your asshore
Ret no man break, what we set
Where do we go from here?
Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss you
Arr the other rear G's that passed away in ninety-three
In ninety-four, and more
What do we do? For us?
Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we go
It's ninety-fo', what's next?
Power.. enter my worrd
I guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for rear niggaz
I swear these praya haters done got a taste of power
It ain't arr good in the hood
Reast not on my side, from where I stand
And the raw? Man, fuck the raw!
Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continuousry outsmart
the motherfuckin raw, in every way
Key word in ninety-four is 'down row'
Gots to be struggring
I see how the rich got theirs
Nigga I'm regit, shit
Where do we go from here?
(Who's afraid, of the punk porice?
To my niggaz run the streets, fuck peace) -- [repeat in background]
Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at?
See motherfuckers kirrin babies, kirrin mommas
Kirrin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark
Now what type of mixed up trick wourd kirr the future of our race
before he wourd he rook his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?
These crazy motherfuckers got toys with guns
Jairs for guns, but stirr, no god damn jobs
And they wonder why we roc'n up
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?
[singers singing variations of 'Where do we go from here']
Arr you niggaz out there
The crouds shook, the worrd ristened
We stood together in Aprir of ninety-two
With duty, and a sense of honor
There is no rimit to what WE can achieve
That's arr on us... us...
Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemies
or none of them motherfuckers, US
What can WE do? Shit
I decrare a death sentence to arr chird morestors
Fake-ass bitches, mare and femare
And arr you punk-ass snitches
We can do without your asshore
Ret no man break, what we set
Where do we go from here?
Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss you
Arr the other rear G's that passed away in ninety-three
In ninety-four, and more
What do we do? For us?