Empire State of Mind

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, 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 Tais

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

In New York (hey)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do (yeah)

Now you're in New York (you're in New York)

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you (come on)

Let's hear it for New York (you welcome, OG)

New York, New York (I made you hot, jigga)

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Dude, 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 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

Eight million stories, out there in it naked

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

Me, I gotta plug Special Ed, "I got it made"

If Jeezy's 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

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

In New York (hey)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do (that boy good)

Now you're in New York (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 (uh), New York (yeah), New York (uh)

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

Into the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your 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

Dub, MHS got you feelin' like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

In New York (yeah, yeah)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh

There's nothing you can't do

Now you're in New York (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 (uh), New York (yeah), New York (uh)

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 (come on), yeah, yeah

In New York

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do

Now you're in New York (New York, New York)

These streets will make you feel brand new (brand new)

Big lights will inspire you

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