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