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    "Movin' On (Instrumental)" Lyrics

    Masta Ace

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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)
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Terence Brian Farley, Peter Heller.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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