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