O*zee - East Coast Love lyrics

[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