French Montana

French Montana - New York Minute (Remix) lyrics

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(New York, New York, New York, New York)

(New York, New York, New York, New York)

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

Everything can change

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

Things could get pretty strange

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

Everything can change

In a New York minute

(Whoo-oooo-oooh-oooh)

(In a New York, New York, New York, New York)

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

And give everything that you made back, 8 clap

Make a sunvisor out ya wavecap

Pray that New York Minute'll bring Mase back

Shame that Remy took 8 flat, you know the game wack

And every last rapper here tryna bring the name back

It ain't rap, niggaz better stay strapped

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

(In a New York minute)

They thought the game was over

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

(In a New York minute)

They shot Pac 5 times

Years later, them boys took Shyne

(In a New York minute)

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

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

Everything can change

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

Things could get pretty strange

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

Everything can change

In a New York minute

(Whoo-oooo-oooh-oooh)

(In a New York, New York, New York, New York)

Look back, fightin' for the spot but I took that

Now all the kids with a Nicki Minaj bookbag

Bitch I been hard since my car had a zig-zag

Low pink Volvos, these bitches is bozos

Oh-nos, eatin' them ding-dongs and hohos

I was just tryna bubble, get past slow-mo

I ain't even ask for them XXL promos

I remember how it felt when them Twin Towers fell

I was in the Trump Towers lookin' for some shower gel

(In a New York minute)

Rappers are just beef

Stack Bundles'or be deceased

(In a New York minute)

Brought my man down

Before they even get a cap and a damn gown

(In a New York minute)

And there gotta be a heaven

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

(In a New York minute)

But a star will arise

And she'll originate from the streets of Southside

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

Everything can change

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

(In a New York, New York, New York, New York)

{Everything done changed}

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

A 2 to 4 could turn into a 6 flat, if that

C-4 to your moms front door, gift-wrapped

Whole fanbase could start thinkin' 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 bringin' that white back

(In a New York minute)

Rappers stopped sellin'

Kim did a year and a day for not tellin'

(In a New York minute)

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

(In a New York minute)

I beat the case, not enough evidence

Get ready to see a black President

(In a New York minute)

You can download a whole album

Now you see where these niggaz get their style from

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

Everything can change

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

Things could get pretty strange

In a New York minute (Whoo-oooo)

Everything can change

In a New York minute

(Whoo-oooo-oooh-oooh)

(In a New York, New York, New York, New York)

Thanks to Matilda for correcting these lyrics

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