JayZ feat Alicia Keys ☆ Empire State Of Mind

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