Testi musica canzoni

Power.. pow.. power...Guess who's back? Hahaha, here we goIt's ninety-fo', what's next?Power.. enter my worldI guess this year gonna be a motherfucker for real niggazI swear these playa haters done got a taste of powerIt ain't all good in the hoodLeast not on my side, from where I standAnd the law? Man, fuck the law!Niggaz must outthink, outstep, and continuously outsmartthe motherfuckin law, in every wayKey word in ninety-four is 'down low'Gots to be strugglingI see how the rich got theirsNigga I'm legit, shitWhere 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 mommasKillin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin markNow what type of mixed up trick would kill the future of our racebefore he would he look his enemy dead in the eye, and open fire?These crazy motherfuckers got toys with gunsJails for guns, but still, no god damn jobsAnd they wonder why we loc'n upWhere do we go from here?Where do we go?[singers singing variations of 'Where do we go from here']All you niggaz out thereThe clouds shook, the world listenedWe stood together in April of ninety-twoWith duty, and a sense of honorThere is no limit to what WE can achieveThat's all on us... us...Not my niggaz, not the whites, not the enemiesor none of them motherfuckers, USWhat can WE do? ShitI declare a death sentence to all child molestorsFake-ass bitches, male and femaleAnd all you punk-ass snitchesWe can do without your assholeLet no man break, what we setWhere do we go from here?Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss youAll the other real G's that passed away in ninety-threeIn ninety-four, and moreWhat do we do? For us?more