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 f**k   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)