[Verse 1: O*Zee]
The birthplace of crack rock, Biggie and 2Pac
The beatbox, Addidas & Reeboks, graffiti and
Detox, No treaties or peace talks
We keepin' the streets locked, that's word
Until my last word
Bury me in the east
These cold winters, rock a Northface fleece
We ain't scared of defeat
Where the towers got knocked by the terrorist breach
Where Malcolm X gave his narrative speech, Where NaS married Kelis
Where the mob ran various streets
Anything's possible, never contrary belief
Where 5 outta ten peeps carry a piece
The other 5 probably heated but they carry receipts
Where ba** pumps out the trunk where the stereo beats
Home of the hustle and flow, where the heritage be
I'mma be where I'm at it's necessary to me
Cause ain't no other place compare to the east
[Hook: O*Zee]
To each his own, king sh** the streets the my throne
The east coast word is bond, my birthplace my home
Love and peace to the east baby throw up 2 fingers
Daps to New York, all my boys in New England
Love for my fam out in North Carolina
Yeah you down south but the coast still behind ya
Blood sweat and tears, through the years
You've made me who I am
It's all love for the coast, I'm crazy
[Verse 2: O*Zee]
The home of the Boston Ma**acre, but I ain't the last of us
My demographic is the E.C. yo that's an acronym
Crack cash per capita yeah, on the behalf of my soldiers on the ave
The 5-0 throw his badge at us, but we ain't havin' it
You see we on some democratic sh**
They try to shackle us
Son the east keeps it hazardous
Gutter, gully, or ravenous
Strong, nothing could shatter us
My coast's known for the manufacture of savages
Ain't a faction that's agile as
And fast as half of my cabinet
Avid travelers
Strappin' gadgets to f*ggots who battle us
Track record' Miraculous
We here for stackin' chips
Package bricks & make 'em disappear like a magic trick
I'm stuck to the east coast like a magnet
I can't imagine it, ever leavin' that's some tragic sh**
I'm stuck to the east coast like a magnet
I can't imagine it, ever leavin' that's some tragic sh**
[Hook: O*Zee]
To each his own, king sh** the streets my throne
The east coast word is bond, my birthplace my home
Love and peace to the east baby throw up 2 fingers
Daps to New York, all my boys in New England
Love for my fam out in North Carolina
Yeah you down south but the coast still behind ya
Blood sweat and tears, through the years
You've made me who I am
It's all love for the coast, I'm crazy
[Verse 3: O*Zee]
Yo it's the east in the streets with a rolled cigar
See me holdin' on my cross like a soldiers scar
See the tats on my arms? They my soldiers stars
The CLS raise the stakes, better fold your cards, yeah
I'm every nation's soldier, that cake and that paper folder
Snappin' that rubber band on my hand as I'm taking over
The hustle never sleeps, and brothers never fail
Knockin' like clockwork, stoppin' at no avail
[Hook: O*Zee]
To each his own, king sh** the streets my throne
The east coast word is bond, my birthplace my home
Love and peace to the east baby throw up 2 fingers
Daps to New York, all my boys in New England
Love for my fam out in North Carolina
Yeah you down south but the coast still behind ya
Blood sweat and tears, through the years
You've made me who I am
It's all love for the coast, I'm crazy