Masta Ace

Masta Ace - Movin' On lyrics

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	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)
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Language: English

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