| Song | Movin' On |
| Artist | Masta Ace |
| Album | Take a Look Around |
| 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) |
| 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 oneonone 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 nerdlooking 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 |