The Notorious B.I.G. - East Coast Overdose lyrics

[Sample: The Notorious B.I.G.] Moet poppin' Ho hoppin' Ain't no stopp-, stoppin' (x3.5) I'm a Bad Boy! [Intro: Terrance Moore] Yeah, yo, roll that up Retro Nuveaux [Verse 1] I've been gracing mics since a baby boy Tryna get Mercedes doors They go up, but ladies draws don't Quite the opposite, as I'm fumblin' phonics From jugglin' alcohol & narcotics I'm so neurotic, but it calms me And gives me confidence to lead this army And not the kind that run around with Tommy's Retro Nuveaux is the team I'm running for Trust in the Lord, they can't fade your boy What they say is talk, they don't pay me dog Getting paid to talk, lookin' for space in New York But you know where I'm from, that Garden State Brick City resident for most of my days I'm tryna get paid, and even though I love it Get the f** up out this state Cause ain't nothin' here, but violence Handguns and sirens And violins that inspire men To get the gat and go in [Hook: Terrance Moore] Yeah, that's why it ain't hard to tell Nah, it ain't hard to tell Yeah, it ain't hard to tell I'ma hit like crack did in the '80s [Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.] x4 It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdose (f** up the party before it even start) (f** up the party before it even start) [Verse 2] Yeah, roll up that good weed as I proceed To give you what you need, uh, do you like that? Do you take three puffs and pa** it right back? Well f** it, come and rap with the Rat Pack I'm planting seeds in The Garden, where we mack at We mow trees like a farmer, hope a black gat don't see the armor Oh, me? My dreams somewhere between big and nirvana, (I'm just playin') I'm here to peace the drama, hope there's no such thing as karma, (But I'm sayin'?) But if it is, know that I'ma be On the plus side of the dichotomy Tryna get these girls faded in here responsibly And if I can't, oh well I ain't a saint, go tell They tryna see the hotel By hangin' on my coattail This sh** ain't even wrote well So you could say if I don't move units That's why I don't sell Tryna make my folks proud and stack cheddar That's why I blow loud and smoke now Hope I don't collapse like a bad dresser Under pressure, a diamond "Why you be diggin' for samples so much?" "n***a, I'm mining!" (Mind yours) See the Breitling for perfect timing And you only hit once in this industry that I'm in [Hook] x4 It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdose [Hook] Yeah, that's why it ain't hard to tell Yeah, it ain't hard to tell It ain't hard to tell I'ma hit like crack did in the '80s [Change Up] Maybe, uh But 'til then break the sh** down Yeah, uh 'Til then break the sh** down [Hook/Hook/Bridge] Yeah, that's why it ain't hard to tell (Hardcore, rhymes galore, givin' you more,) Nah, it ain't hard to tell Nah, it ain't hard to tell (And like I said before...) [Transition] Retro Nuveaux Welcome to the East Coast... [Verse 3] Yeah So you wanna overdose? You're close Come to the coast Where we favor art over toast Young king, Basquiat, head on a platter Cause racists don't wanna see a n***a climb the ladder My patterns emerge, "the Versace of words" I'm tryna take turds, on these b**hes whips Call it revenge, I'm a monster New James Dean, gotta ride clean Leather jacket don't mean I'm a wild thing Yeah I used to listen to mixes of Shawn, Chris & 'Pac I was thinking back then, that I gotta see the top So what you think I'm thinking now? I put in work, gotta bring it out Show the world what I'm 'bout Uh, ok Need more than gold chains Need a mansion, with a main chick Camping there sometimes Yeah Need to be famous, make my lane switch Then it'll be easy to get high I Give you hot lyrics, you high when you first hear it And you say, "He got the East on lock" I'm Just gettin' here, but act like I've been here Since the first time 50 got hot [Outro: Diddy] Uh huh Come on Uh huh Come on Come on I want a remix again I think I want a remix again