Where do we go from here interlude

Power.. pow.. power... 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 continuously 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?