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Empire State Of Mind [Jay-Z Alicia Keys]
JAY Z, Alicia Keys; JAY-Z
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Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high-fives
-, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee (uh, uh)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (uh, uh)
In New York (ay, ah-ha)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah)
Now you're in New York (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new (new)
Big lights will inspire you (c'mon)
Let's hear it for (you're welcome, O.G.)
New York, New York, New York (I made you hot)
Catch me at the X with O.G. at a Yankee game
-, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of - walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rocks
Afrika Bambaataa -, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me? I got a plug, special ED, I got it made
If Jesus payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley
Labor Day parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (uh, uh)
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State, that's (c'mon, c'mon)
In New York (ay, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good, okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah, welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York (uh, yeah, uh)
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
And in the winter, gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion (uh, uh)
The city never sleep, better slip you a Ambien, yeah (c'mon, c'mon)
In New York (uh, uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
Let's hear it for New York, New York (yeah, uh)
New York
One hand in the air for the big city (uh)
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (uh)
No place in the world that could compare (nah)
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
"Yeah, yeah" (c'mon)
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah
In New York (oh yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York (yeah, uh)
New York
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