Masta Ace - Movin' On lyrics

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Masta Ace - Movin' On lyrics

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 hara**ed 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 f** 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 a**ist 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)

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