text: 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
  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 Minutell 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 aint 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 aint 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
  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
  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 aint 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 Bundlesll be deceased
  Brought my man down, before they even get a cap and a damn gown
  And there gotta be a Heaven
  Cause Sean Bellll never get to make it to his wedding
  But a star will arise
  And shell originate from the streets of South Side
  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
  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 moms front door, gift-wrapped
  Whole fanbase could start thinking that your shits 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
  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