Welcome to Durham

[Intro: Big Pooh & Big Daddy Kane & Phonte]

I'd like to welcome all of you... Uh huh, yeah...

To the Bull City...

Better known as Durham (uh huh)

Right now we in the heart of it...

Got the Butta Team...

The Butta Team...

Uhh, Little Brother...

9th Wonder, y'all... ...and y'alls truly, BDK style...

...Big Daddy Kane in the house

Feel me out...

[Verse 1: Big Daddy Kane]

Staring in the face of death, 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, "Shit the same"

Folks be mostly movin' low key

Tryna make the dough be grossly OT

Who surely, be out handlin' shit 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 niggas in the dirty dirty, what's really good?

[Chorus: Big Daddy Kane]

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?

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?

[Verse 2: 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 niggas (niggas) is off the chain right here

Just cause it's the South, don't get the wrong idea

You can get stained like armoires at Ikea

I declare, niggas have the wrong idea

From Eagle Pride to where colors collide

Fayetteville Street fiends brought the cracks for hire

Older folk down here look hard to work sire

Call my nigga 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 gods who's back?

"Medicine City," how funny is that?

[Interlude - Phonte, Big Pooh, the Butta 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 Butta Team, them boys layin it down tonight

[Verse 3: 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 death

-tination, like I got a lisp or somethin'

And if your gums get to bumpin', them boys hit the button

For room service to come give you the toast

Dirty Durham - we got niggas with scholarships

And niggas with hollow tips and I know niggas with both

That'll shoot until the block is drama-free

From niggas like you actin up like they Oscar nominees

You might of 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 Ernie Barnes, nigga, stop drawin' attention

It's evident that this is as real as it gets

In the City of Medicine, them Durham niggas is sick!

[Chorus: Big Daddy Kane]

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?

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?