Yo we gonna do it now?
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To get ahead, in life
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I must avoid the rain, pain, and the strife
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I have to keep (people) striving
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I want to be among the young that are surviving
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So I go and get a job and
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Work amongst the jerks that I used to be robbing
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My boss' name is Rick
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The kind I used to vic on the ave with a stick
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Now I'm taking orders
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Dreaming about the days when I went to Latin Quarters
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Me and my batallion
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Scheming on the kid with the link and medallion
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Rolling with the rush
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Anyone that stepped in the way got crushed
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But that was then, this is now
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And I don't want to join my best friend
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Cause he bit the dust
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Went one-on-one with the kid and got bust
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I can still see the blood
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Pouring outta his head, red like a flood
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I stayed up til dawn
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Cause I knew, that it was time to move on
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"Keep moving, keep moving on" "Moving oooooooooon" (Repeat 4x)
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Hot summer night
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Rolling on the deuce just looking for a fight
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Take a few flicks
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As they walked past we harassed a few chicks
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I snatch her by the arm
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Her man's up the block so she screams in alarm
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But we don't give a fuck
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He's wearing pennyloafers so we know he's a duck
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Try to play hero
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And catch a bad one you nerd-looking zero
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Pockets are bare
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Stetsasonic and Dougie are up at Union Square
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Let's take a ride
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Even though that we know that we can't get inside
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Standing out front
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On the prowl, on the hunt
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Who's it gonna be?
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Some kid rolls up in a 300 E
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Uh oh, time to wreck
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Diamonds on his wrist, his fingers, and his neck
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Sweat on my brow
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I wish I knew then what I know right now
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Cause now I'm reborn
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And I know, that it's time to move on
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"Keep moving, keep moving on" "Moving oooooooooon" (Repeat 4x)
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Here's the break
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This is the break
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My man Dre waves his fist
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To the crew that means no assist
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So he stepped
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The kid was at the phone booth, yeah he slept
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It was simple
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Dre just hit him with a blow to the temple
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Then he fell
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The girls that were standing in line start to yell
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The kid's out cold
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Dre's kinda bold, he's putting on the gold
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Then another yell
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The crowd starts running and I wonder, "What the hell?"
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The kid on the floor (Watch your back!)
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Came to now it's his turn to score
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He had a gun
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Pulled the trigger before Dre could run
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Then he jumped in the Benz
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And he jetted off, we had no wins
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These days I think
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As I hold the cup of success, Dre would never get a drink
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Cause that night a very clear picture was drawn
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It was was tiiiime to move on
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"Keep moving, keep moving on" "Moving oooooooooon" (Repeat 4x)
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Movin' On
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| Master Ace |
