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)