New York Minute (Remix)

[Chorus]

In a New York minute

Everything can change

In a New York minute

Things could get pretty strange

In a New York minute

Everything can change

In a New York minute

[Verse 1: French Montana]

You can get your neck broke, face cracked, laid flat

And give everything that you made back, eight clap

Make a sunvisor out ya wavecap

Pray that New York Minute'll bring Mase back

Shame that Remy took eight flat, you know the game whack

And every last rapper here tryna bring the name back

It ain't rap, niggas better stay strapped

Or you could call the stick-up boys, try to get your chain back

They thought the game was over

When B.I.G. died, then the homie Hov took it over

They shot Pac five times

Years later, them boys took Shyne

That ain't even the least

Akon signed the hottest nigga in the streets

We gave swagger to the game

Still and all, everything can change

[Chorus]

In a New York minute

Everything can change

In a New York minute

Things could get pretty strange

In a New York minute

Everything can change

In a New York minute

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Look back, fighting for the spot but I took that

Now all the kids want a Nicki Minaj book bag

Bitch, I been hard since my part had a zig-zag

Low pink Volvos, these bitches is bozos

Oh nos, eating them Ding-Dongs and HoHos

I was just tryna bubble, get past slo-mos

I ain't even ask for them XXL promos

I remember how it felt when the twin towers fell

I was in the Trump Towers looking for some shower gel

Rappers a just beef

Stack Bundles'll be deceased

Brought my man down, before they even get a cap and a damn gown

And there gotta be a Heaven

Cause Sean Bell'll never get to make it to his wedding

But a star will arise

And she'll originate from the streets of South Side

[Chorus]

In a New York minute

Everything can change

In a New York minute

Things could get pretty strange

In a New York minute

Everything can change

In a New York minute

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

You could get your wig clapped, kidnapped, bitch-slapped

A two to four could turn into a six flat, if that

C-4 to your mom's front door, gift-wrapped

Whole fanbase could start thinking that your shit's wack

You could be at the gas station and get ya whip jacked

Get yapped, pay a nigga bread, get ya shit back

Right back, everything could change, just like that

Get pulled over on your way bringing that white back

Rappers stopped selling

Kim did a year and a day for not telling

Fox went deaf in one ear too, shortly after that she did a year or two

I beat the case, not enough evidence

Get ready to see a black President

You can download a whole album

Now you see where these niggas get their style from

[Chorus]

In a New York minute

Everything can change

In a New York minute

Things could get pretty strange

In a New York minute

Everything can change

In a New York minute