Yeah, Yeah, I’m out that Brooklyn
Now I’m down in TriBeCa
Right next to DeNiro
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
Brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot
Five sixty stage street
Catch me in the kitchen
like a Simmons whipping Pastry
Cruising down 8th street
Off white Lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me I’m up at Bed-Stuy
Home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard
And I brought my boys with me
Say wat up to Ty Ty,
still sipping Malta
Sittin’ courtside Knicks and
Nets give me high fives
Nigga I be spiked out,
I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude
that I’m most definitely from…
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
Let’s hear it for New York,
New York, New York
I made you hot nigga
Catch me at the X with OG
at a Yankee game
Shit 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 niggas walking
with my click though
Welcome to the meltin’ pot
Corners where we sellin’ rocks
Afrika Bambaataa shit
Home of the hip-hop
Yellow cap, gypsy cap,
dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain’t for,
they act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories
out there and their 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 payin’ Lebron,
I’m paying Dwayne Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three card molly
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 State that’s…
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
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 side lines is blind with casualties
Who sippin’ 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 with your skin out
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad,
the city’s filled with them
Mommy 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
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
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 can compare
Put your lighters in the air,
everybody say yeaa yeaa
yeaa yeaa
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
Let’s hear it for New York,
New York, New York
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