NY Minute

[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, shit 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, nigga, 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 shit 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, nigga stay solid They don't respect your money, then make 'em respect violence Silence, don't nobody breathe up in this bitch We violatin', ain't nobody leavin' out this bitch She was on me, broke your heart and you had to leave without your bitch New York City the home of where a fiend could get you rich Paid in Full got these niggas thinkin' they Mitch I fuck with older niggas that really was 'round with Rich Downtown niggas that really got down with Frips Shoutout to Kev Chile’s nigga, came home and got in my vid Niggas 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 nigga 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, nigga 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, nigga, you stressin' Your homie wasn't is really actin' right, so niggas left 'em Ironin' board, them niggas 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)