Big Daddy Kane - Welcome to Durham lyrics

[Big Pooh] I'd like to welcome all of you... [Big Daddy Kane] Uh huh, yeah... [Big Pooh] To the Bull City... Better known as Durham (uh huh) Right now we in the heart of it... [Big Daddy Kane] Got the bu*ta Team... [Big Pooh] The bu*ta Team... [Big Daddy Kane] Uhh, Little Brother... [Big Pooh] 9th Wonder, y'all... [Big Daddy Kane] ...and y'alls truly, BDK style... [Phonte] ...Big Daddy Kane in the house [Big Daddy Kane] Feel me out... Staring in the face of d**h, and I'm lookin in the mouth Like, goddamn, I found Brooklyn in the South Comin up inside the hood is due to curse you But comin up inside the hood is universal The shells from the ratchet, they spit the same As well when they clap it, they hit the same The Dutch and the Backwoods get spit the same You ask me why I'm down here, I'm like, "sh** the same" Folks be mostly movin low key Tryin to make the dough be grossly OT Who surely, be out handlin sh** right And let off more rounds than a championship fight Them die against me And we can take it from NY to NC It's simply, that anywhere you at you can still be hood My n***as in the dirty dirty, what's really good? [Hook - Big Daddy Kane] x 2 These streets out here take a lot to run When you claim gangsta, if you're not, you're done On your grind, can't nobody stop you, son Lick a shot up in the air (blaow) What block you from? [Big Pooh] Uhh... Durham, NC, the place where I reside at The Eastside is the place where they ride at Any vice to get high, well you can buy that Test them country boys? Wouldn't try that Cause n***as (n***as) is off the chain right here Just cause it's the South, don't get the wrong idea You can get stained like on walls at Ikea I declare, n***as have the wrong idea From ego, pride to where colors collide Fam, vills, streets fiends brought the cracks for hire Older folk down here look hard to work sire Call my n***a Tramp, what's the haps on that? Is that a bus you get around in, and fours get clapped at? Go down on Brother Spree where they shakin like craps Hustlers reminisce, what's the god who's back? "Medicine City," how funny is that? [Interlude - Phonte, Big Pooh, the bu*ta Team] Yellin your name in every hood out there No you cain't, cause it ain't such a good idea Little Brother, and we puttin it down tonight Big Daddy Kane, comin back for the crown tonight Yellin your name in every hood out there No you cain't, cause it ain't such a good idea Dirty Durham, they ain't playin around tonight The bu*ta Team, them boys layin it down tonight [Phonte] I only been here for six years but the city is in me I can feel it when I walk or when I whisper somethin And every time I spit, I drive you to your d**h -tination, like I got a lisp or somethin And if your gums get to bumpin Them boys hit the bu*ton For room service to come give you the toast Dirty Durham - we got n***as with scholarships And n***as with hollow tips And I know n***as with both That'll shoot until the block is drama-free From n***as like you actin up like they Oscar nominees You mighta been in the club and popped that wallet Hit the gym for a month, and maybe got rock solid But in the Bull City they will send dudes to you Just to prove to you, you are not that brolic, not And they ain't askin for God's permission They askin for God's forgiveness for bein poverty-stricken Stressed out and scarred from livin, better guard your business You ain't earnin bars, n***a, stop drawin attention It's evident that this is as real as it gets In the City of Medicine, them Durham n***as is sick! [Hook - Big Daddy Kane] x 2