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Empire State of Mind

Yeah, yeah, I'm up at 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, all of my Dominicanos

Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's

Took it to my stash box, 560 State Street

Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries

Cruising down 8th Street, off white Lexus

Driving 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 sipping mai tai's

Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five

Jigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh

There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Dude, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can

You should know I bleed blue but I ain't a Crip though

But I got a gang of brothers walking with my clique though

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock

Afrika Bambaataa, home of the hip hop

Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back

For foreigners, it ain't, for they act like they forgot how to act

8 million stories, out there in the naked

City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it

Me, I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got it Made"

If Jesus paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade

Three dice, Cee-lo, three card Monte

Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley

Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade

Long live the kingdom I'm from the Empire State that's

New York, hey, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh

There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is

Lined with casualties who slip through 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, wit'cha skin out

City of sin, it's a pity on the 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 feeling like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh

There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city

Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty

No place in the world that could compare

Put your lighters in the air, everybody say

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh

There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

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