Welcome To Durham chords by Little Brother, Big Daddy Kane

Verse 1
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I like to welcome all of you,
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to the Bull City,
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better known as Durham,
right now we in the heart of it,
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Dr. Butter Team, the Butter Team,
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let's kick it off,
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nice one to y 'all, y 'all truly,
BDK style,
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Big Daddy Kane in the house,
feel me y 'all,
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staring in the face of death
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and I'm looking in the mouth like,
god damn
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I found Brooklyn in the south,
coming up inside
It's universal,
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the shells from the ratchets
They spit the same,
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that's where when they clap it,
they hit the same
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The Dutch and the backwoods
get split the same
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You ask me about 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
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be grossly O .T.
We show Lee, we 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,
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and we can take it from
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It's simply that anywhere you at
you can still be heard
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My niggas in the dirty dirty,
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what's really good?
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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Look a shot up in the air,
who block you from?
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These streets out here take a lot to run
C
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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Look a shot up in the air,
who block you from?
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Uh, Durham and C the
place where I reside at
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The east side is the place
where they ride at
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Any vice to get high,
well you can buy that
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Testing country, boys wouldn't try that
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Cause niggas is off the chain right here
Just cause it's soft 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 niggas have the wrong idea
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From Eagle Pride to where colors collide
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Fairfield street fiends
brought the cracks for hide
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Oh, the folk down here
look hard at work time
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Call my nigga Tram,
what's the haps on that?
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Is that a bus you get around
and folks get clapped at?
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Go down to Brother's Street
where they shakin' like craps
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Hustlers reminisce,
Mr. Garth is back
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Medicine City, how funny is that?
Yellin' your name in every hood out there
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No, you can'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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Maybe fake,
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 butter team,
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boys layin' you 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,
but when I whisper somethin'
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And every time I spit,
I drive you to your death
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The nation, like I got a list for somethin'
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And if your gums get to bumpin',
them boys hit the button for
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Room service to come get you to toast
Dirty Durham,
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we got niggas with scholarships
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And niggas with holotips,
and I know niggas with both
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That'll shoot em to the block
and drama free
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But niggas like you actin' up
like they Oscar nominees
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You might've 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 gon' send dudes to you
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Just to prove to you,
you are not that brolic now
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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 earning bonds,
nigga, stop drawin' attention
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It's evident this is as real as it gets
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In the city of medicine,
them dumb niggas are sick
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These streets out here take a lot to run
C
When you claim gangsta,
if you're not you're done
Am
On your grind, can't nobody stop you son
C
Look a shot up in the air,
who block you from?
Am
These streets out here take a lot to run
C
When you claim gangsta,
if you're not you're done
Am
On your grind, can't nobody stop you son
C
Look a shot up in the air,
who block you from?
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