[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 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

Tryin to 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 niggaz in the dirty dirty, what's really good?



[Chorus – 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 niggaz (niggaz) 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, niggaz 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 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 god 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



[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 niggaz with scholarships

And niggaz with hollow tips

And I know niggaz with both

That'll shoot until the block is drama-free

From niggaz 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, nigga, stop drawin attention

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

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



[Chorus – Big Daddy Kane] x 2