2Pac – Where Do We Go From Here (interlude)

Talented and renowned American rapper and songwriter,Tupac Shakur comes with a song titled “Where Do We Go From Here (interlude)”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 06 on his top charting album project called “R U Still Down? (Remember Me)” was officially released on 25 November 1997.

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LYRICS

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 niggas

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!

Niggas 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?

[repeat in background:]

Who’s afraid, of the punk police?

To my niggas run the streets, fuck peace

Hey niggas, 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?

[*singers singing variations of ‘Where do we go from here’*]

All you niggas out there

The clouds shook, the world listened

We stood together in April of ninety-two

With duty, and a sense of honor

There is no limit to what WE can achieve

That’s all on us… us…

Not my niggas, not the whites, not the enemies

or none of them motherfuckers, US

What can WE do? Shit

I declare a death sentence to all child molesters

Fake-ass bitches, male and female

And all you punk-ass snitches

We can do without your asshole

Let no man break, what we set

Where do we go from here?

Rest in peace, to Kato, I miss you

All the other real G’s that passed away in ninety-three

In ninety-four, and more

What do we do? For us?