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Empire State Of Mind (Alicia Keys, Jay-Z Cove.. - lyrics

Yeah I'm outta Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, where I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I've made it here
People love me everywhere, yeah they love me anywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
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 whipping pastry
Cruisin' down on 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, BK is from Texas
Me, I'm at 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
Sitting courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high fives
Homey, I'll 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 of
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
Now you're in New York, New York,
New York

Catch me at the X with OG I'm at a Yankee game
Yeah, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I'm not a Crip though
But I've got a gang of people rolling with my clique yo
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock
Africa Bambata stuff, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar back, holla back
For foreigners that ain't fifty They forgot how to act
Eight million stories out there and they are all naked
City is a pity, half of you all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed I got it made
If Jesus paying Le Bron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade
Three card, Cee-lo, Three dice, Monte
Labour Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King, yo I'm from the Empire of

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
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
Now you're in New York, New York,
New York

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The sidelines is blind with casualties
Sipping life casually, then gradually becoming worse
Don't bite the apple, Eve, caught up in the in crowd

Now you're in style
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City full of sin, it's a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Look, Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
And hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends
Caught up in school, graduated to the high life
Rap players, Ball players, gameblers and limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps, take an Ambien

In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
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
Now you're in New York, New York,
New York

One hand in the air for the big city
Big lights, Street lights, all looking pretty
No place in the world to compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say "Yeah" Say, "Yeah!"

In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
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
Now you're in New York, New York,
New York

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
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
Now you're in New York, Now you're in New York
Now you're in New York

Lyrics was added by wheeell

Video was added by hanbor