NY Minute lyrics

[Intro: Rich Rhymer]
See, we from the streets of NY (Streets of NY)
Where they'll kill you in the blink of an eye (Kill you in the blink of an eye)
Kill you 'cause you think you that guy (Think you that guy)
Why? (Why?)

[Verse 1: Rich Rhymer]
One time for the ones that ain't here
Just imagine Chinx and Bundles was here
Biggie Smalls, Big L, Big Pun
R.I.P. to the ones in the air, kill that rat with the colorful hair
I don't trust you if you color your hair
Type of chump put you under for years
City's spooky, sh*t ain't wonderful here
All them summertime shootouts in New York wasn't fabulous here
We takin' L's down to Madison Square
One time for L's locked inside, jyeah
Two times for Smurda and GS9, yeah
Bring it back to Shyne, he did a dime, yeah
Free Max and reverse that 7-5, yeah
And my city don't play
Can't walk without security, man, look at Bobby and Jay
Spoke to Ma$e last night, he told me, "Fly to the A"
Go to Atlanta just to finish the tape
But I'm chillin' on 8th
Pray my city gon' ball
Never thought that Cam'ron and Jay-Z'll stand on stage and perform
Tell the city it's on
This for Harlem, West to East
It's 9/11 when I speak, I'm 'bout to blow up in the streets in a
[Chorus]
New York minute (Ooh, ooh-oooh)
Everything can change
In a New York minute (Ooh, ooh-oooh)
Things can get pretty strange
In a New York minute (Ooh, ooh-oooh)
Everything can change
In a New York minute (Ooh, ooh-oooh)
New York-New York-New York-New York

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Uh, king of New York
I never claimed the king of New York
Jacking Tekashi, n*gga, that's like me eatin' pork
I could whip it with a spoon, imagine me with a fork
I'm seen on boats, seen with yacht masters, seen on resorts
I had the judge nervous, I look like a demon in court
I did the mansion, played the penthouse, I need me a loft
We from Harlem, we a little more conceded than y'all
Grant Theft Auto, If I needed a car, understand me?
New Jersey drive sh*t
Since Children of the Corn, I paid homage
Trust nobody in your car, watch who you ride with
It's gettin' warm, the pressure on, n*gga stay solid
They don't respect your money, then make 'em respect violence
Silence, don't nobody breathe up in this b*tch
We violatin', ain't nobody leavin' out this b*tch
She was on me, broke your heart and you had to leave without your b*tch
New York City the home of where a fiend could get you rich
Paid in Full got these n*ggas thinkin' they Mitch
I f*ck with older n*ggas that really was 'round with Rich
Downtown n*ggas that really got down with Frips
Shoutout to Kev Chile’s n*gga, came home and got in my vid
n*ggas lose they life over gamblin'
Everybody fresh from 1st Ave to Drew Hamilton
I get love on 8th Ave
I get love on 7th too
I came to your party, got the weapon through
Security never knew
[Bridge]
New York-New York-New York-New York

[Verse 3: Rich Rhymer & Dave East]
Uh, it's the home of Richie Porter, the place of the lost legends
Hell in Harlem, when I die, pray I Ball In Heaven
Drug dealers turned rapper, they want us all arrested
That's how we seen prisons and funerals more than we sold weight
Hit the club, no hammer, I got two hawks in it
Harlem n*gga but Nas signed me in a New York minute
I don't care if the Knicks trash, know that New York winnin'
Black and Dominican on Autobahn with good gas, n*gga
Uh, I'm a rapper's worst nightmare
Black and Puerto Rican, good hair, and some Nike Airs
Crackers want me shackled, colored skin what them Whites fear
Throw me to the wolves, I'm bringin' 1st back leadin' the pack
I got 'em type scared
White hairs all in your Caesar, n*gga, you stressin'
Your homie wasn't is really actin' right, so n*ggas left 'em
Ironin' board, them n*ggas pressed 'em
Thought he did yoga the way they stretched him
I kick it like David Beckham
God bless 'em

[Chorus]
(Ooh, ooh-oooh) everything can change
In a New York minute (Ooh, ooh-oooh)
Things can get pretty strange
In a New York minute (Ooh, ooh-oooh)
Everything can change
In a New York minute (Ooh, ooh-oooh)