Movin' On Lyrics - Singles - Master Ace

Yo we gonna do it now? 

To get ahead, in life 

I must avoid the rain, pain, and the strife 

I have to keep (people) striving 

I want to be among the young that are surviving 

So I go and get a job and 

Work amongst the jerks that I used to be robbing 

My boss' name is rick 

The kind I used to vic on the ave with a stick 

Now I'm taking orders 

Dreaming about the days when I went to latin quarters 

Me and my batallion 

Scheming on the kid with the link and medallion 

Rolling with the rush 

Anyone that stepped in the way got crushed 

But that was then, this is now 

And I don't want to join my best friend 

Cause he bit the dust 

Went one-on-one with the kid and got bust 

I can still see the blood 

Pouring outta his head, red like a flood 

I stayed up til dawn 

Cause I knew, that it was time to move on 

"keep moving, keep moving on" "moving oooooooooon" (repeat 4x) 

Hot summer night 

Rolling on the deuce just looking for a fight 

Take a few flicks 

As they walked past we harassed a few chicks 

I snatch her by the arm 

Her man's up the block so she screams in alarm 

But we don't give a fuck 

He's wearing pennyloafers so we know he's a duck 

Try to play hero 

And catch a bad one you nerd-looking zero 

Pockets are bare 

Stetsasonic and dougie are up at union square 

Let's take a ride 

Even though that we know that we can't get inside 

Standing out front 

On the prowl, on the hunt 

Who's it gonna be? 

Some kid rolls up in a 300 e 

Uh oh, time to wreck 

Diamonds on his wrist, his fingers, and his neck 

Sweat on my brow 

I wish I knew then what I know right now 

Cause now I'm reborn 

And I know, that it's time to move on 

"keep moving, keep moving on" "moving oooooooooon" (repeat 4x) 

Here's the break 

This is the break 

My man dre waves his fist 

To the crew that means no assist 

So he stepped 

The kid was at the phone booth, yeah he slept 

It was simple 

Dre just hit him with a blow to the temple 

Then he fell 

The girls that were standing in line start to yell 

The kid's out cold 

Dre's kinda bold, he's putting on the gold 

Then another yell 

The crowd starts running and I wonder, "what the hell? " 

The kid on the floor (watch your back!) 

Came to now it's his turn to score 

He had a gun 

Pulled the trigger before dre could run 

Then he jumped in the benz 

And he jetted off, we had no wins 

These days I think 

As I hold the cup of success, dre would never get a drink 

Cause that night a very clear picture was drawn 

It was was tiiiime to move on 

"keep moving, keep moving on" "moving oooooooooon" (repeat 4x)