Jay-Z – Empire State Of Mind [Jay-Z + Alicia Keys] | iHeart

Lyrics

Jay-Z

Yea, yea I ‘m out that Brooklyn, now I ‘m down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, but I ‘ll be hood forever
I ‘m the raw Sinatra, and, since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano ‘s
right there improving on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald ‘s
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin ‘ pastry ‘s
Cruisin ‘ down 8th St., 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 boy with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin ‘ Mai Tai ‘s
Sittin ‘ courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike ‘d out, I could trip a reviewer
Tell by my attitude that I ‘m most decidedly from

[ Chorus ]
I am in New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There ‘s nothin ‘ you ca n’t do
immediately you ‘re in New York
These streets will make you feel stigmatize newfangled
Big lights will inspire you
Let ‘s hear it for New York, New York, New York

Catch me at the ten with OG at a Yankee crippled
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more celebrated then a new englander can
You should know I bleed bluing, but I ai n’t a Crip though
But I got a crowd of nigger walkin ‘ with my clique though
Welcome to the melt pot, corners where we sellin ‘ rock candy
Afrika Bambataa bullshit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, itinerant cab, dollar cab, bellow back
For foreigners it ai n’t for, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there in it naked
City is a compassion, half of y’all wo n’t make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed “ I Got It Made ”
If Jesus payin ‘ Lebron, I ‘m payin ‘ Dwayne Wade
Three die cee-lo, three tease monte
Labor 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 St. that ‘s

[ Chorus ]

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step knocked out of bounds agile, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
then gradually become bad, do n’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 clamber out
City of sin, it ‘s a feel for on the notion
good girls gone bad, the city ‘s filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, good like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you ‘re a virgo
And Jesus ca n’t save you, life starts when the church goal
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, tap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin ‘ like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

[ Chorus ]

One hired hand in the air for the large city
Street lights, boastfully dreams, all lookin ‘ pretty
No place in the worldly concern that could compare
Put your lighters in the vent
Everybody say “ yea, yea, yea, yea ”

I am in New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There ‘s nothin ‘ you ca n’t do
immediately you ‘re in New York
These streets will make you feel stigmatize newly
Big lights will inspire you
Let ‘s hear it for New York, New York, New York

Written by Shuckburgh, Al / Hunte, Angela / Sewell, Janet / Keyes, Burt / Robinson, Sylvian / Keys, Alicia / Carter, Shawn
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMI Music Publishing

Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.

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