El Fudge

El Fudge - New York Minute lyrics

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[Hook]

In a New York Minute

There's only sixty seconds

But so much can happen in it

And time is infinte

So somethin's always happenin'

While I'm rappin' in

In a New York Minute

[x2]



[Verse 1]

Start's of with a scream, a lady

I turn my head a super being

He took a pocket book in between, his arms

I heard a siren, alarm

Inna the midst of chaos

I was still calm

As he was headed my way

Gassed like Remi I'm leaded

But it's not the highway

So I stuck out my foot

And this really put

Him in a bad situation

Cause now he's facin'

An on comin' taxi cab

There was more blood than a Maxi pad

His career had ended

The cab was rear ended

The next car was tail gaitin'

The fiend through up in the air was impaled by a nearby gate an'

He spoke the words of a five year old (I want my mommy)

Ten seconds later, his body was cold



[Hook x2]



[Verse 2]

Every since I was born, was told New York minutes

Are quick to turnin' port holes to those who walkin' in it

Usually happens to those who walk bented

Attractin' beef unconciously like they all wid it

Stayin' alive is a virtue

When you run into Tom Dick & Harry

That'll willingly hurt you

Tom's an airline stewardess eatin' food servin' you

Dick's a cemetery attendant earnin' funds buryin' you

And Harry just doesn't got all his marbles in him

Thinks he's on the same level as devils and argues wid 'em

Blows is thrown at first, but a recent new cocaine habit

got you not knowin' it hurts, these

Certain extra strength Tylenol tablets make you

Virtually turn into a mayonaisse backless

These certain movies turn the lead act to the actress

Put Jason on you I suggest you leave outta rappin'

One to the head and, two the legs then

Just to verify ya dead at times

Plans to stay home'll probably be the best

Stay on ya toes, don't become a casualty of stress

In a New York Minute!

A nigga could stop breathin'

In a New York Minute!

A baby could start teethin'

In A New York Minute!

Limbs get cut off for reachin'

In a New York Minute!

Niggas get caught sleepin'

In a New York Minute!

Can't find out who ya friends are

In a New York Minute!

Won't find out where the rest are

In a New York Minute!

Drug dealers lose all of they supplies

In a New York Minute!

And then find who's devils in disguise

In a New York Minute!

Shit can go up into flames

Wid no eye witnesses givin' out any names

In a New York Minute you can be awright

But the next New York Minute ya die

A New York Minute
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Language: English

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