Little Brother - Welcome to Durham Lyrics
feat. Big Daddy Kane[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 Butta Team...[Big Pooh]The Butta 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 death, and I'm lookin in the mouthLike, goddamn, I found Brooklyn in the SouthComin up inside the hood is due to curse youBut comin up inside the hood is universalThe shells from the ratchet, they spit the sameAs well when they clap it, they hit the sameThe Dutch and the Backwoods get spit the sameYou ask me why I'm down here, I'm like, "Shit the same"Folks be mostly movin low keyTryin to make the dough be grossly OTWho surely, be out handlin shit rightAnd let off more rounds than a championship fightThem die against meAnd we can take it from NY to NCIt's simply, that anywhere you at you can still be hoodMy niggas in the dirty dirty, what's really good?x 2These streets out here take a lot to runWhen you claim gangsta, if you're not, you're doneOn your grind, can't nobody stop you, sonLick a shot up in the air (blaow)What block you from?[Big Pooh]Uhh...Durham, NC, the place where I reside atThe Eastside is the place where they ride atAny vice to get high, well you can buy thatTest them country boys? Wouldn't try thatCause niggas (niggas) is off the chain right hereJust cause it's the South, don't get the wrong ideaYou can get stained like on walls at IkeaI declare, niggas have the wrong ideaFrom ego, pride to where colors collideFam, vills, streets fiends brought the cracks for hireOlder folk down here look hard to work sireCall 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 crapsHustlers reminisce, what's the god who's back?"Medicine City," how funny is that?[Interlude - Phonte, Big Pooh, the Butta Team]Yellin your name in every hood out thereNo you cain't, cause it ain't such a good ideaLittle Brother, and we puttin it down tonightBig Daddy Kane, comin back for the crown tonightYellin your name in every hood out thereNo you cain't, cause it ain't such a good ideaDirty Durham, they ain't playin around tonightThe Butta Team, them boys layin it down tonight[Phonte]I only been here for six years but the city is in meI can feel it when I walk or when I whisper somethinAnd every time I spit, I drive you to your death-tination, like I got a lisp or somethinAnd if your gums get to bumpinThem boys hit the buttonFor room service to come give you the toastDirty Durham - we got niggas with scholarshipsAnd niggas with hollow tipsAnd I know niggas with bothThat'll shoot until the block is drama-freeFrom niggas like you actin up like they Oscar nomineesYou mighta been in the club and popped that walletHit the gym for a month, and maybe got rock solidBut in the Bull City they will send dudes to youJust to prove to you, you are not that brolic, notAnd they ain't askin for God's permissionThey askin for God's forgiveness for bein poverty-strickenStressed out and scarred from livin, better guard your businessYou ain't earnin bars, nigga, stop drawin attentionIt's evident that this is as real as it getsIn the City of Medicine, them Durham niggas is sick!x 2
