Empire State Of Mind (ft Alicia Keys)
Yeah
\r\nYeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
\r\nRight next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
\r\nI'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
\r\nI can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
\r\nI used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
\r\nRight there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
\r\nTook it to my stashbox, 560 State Strett
\r\nCatch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
\r\nCruisin' down 8th Street, off white Lexus
\r\nDrivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
\r\nMe, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
\r\nNow I live on billboard and I brought my boys with me
\r\nSay whatup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's
\r\nSittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
\r\nNigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
\r\nTell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from...
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\r\nNew York
\r\nConcrete jungle where dreams are made of
\r\nThere's nothin' you can't do
\r\nNow you're in New York
\r\nThese streets will make you feel brand new
\r\nBig lights will inspire you
\r\nLet's hear it for New York, New York,
\r\nNew York
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\r\nCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
\r\nShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
\r\nYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
\r\nBut I got a gang of Niggas walkin' with my clique though
\r\nWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
\r\nAfrica Bambata shit, home of the hip-hop
\r\nYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
\r\nFor foreigners it ain't for they act like they forgot how to act
\r\nEight million stories, out there in it naked
\r\nCity is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
\r\nMe, I got a plug, Special Ed \"I Got It Made\"
\r\nIf Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
\r\nThree dice cee-lo, three card molly
\r\nLabour Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
\r\nStatue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
\r\nLong live the Kingdome, I'm from the Empire St. that's
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\r\nNew York
\r\nConcrete jungle where dreams are made of
\r\nThere's nothin' you can't do
\r\nNow you're in New York
\r\nThese streets will make you feel brand new
\r\nBig lights will inspire you
\r\nLet's hear it for New York, New York,
\r\nNew York
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\r\nLights is blinding, girls need blinders
\r\nSo they can step out of bounds quick
\r\nThe sidelines is, lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
\r\nThen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leaf
\r\nCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
\r\nEnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
\r\nCity of sin, it's a pity on the wind
\r\nGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
\r\nMommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
\r\nEverybody ride her, just like a bus route
\r\nHail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
\r\nAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
\r\nCame here for school, graduated to the high life
\r\nBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
\r\nMDMA got you feelin' like a champion
\r\nThe city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
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\r\nNew York
\r\nConcrete jungle where dreams are made of
\r\nThere's nothin' you can't do
\r\nNow you're in New York
\r\nThese streets will make you feel brand new
\r\nBig lights will inspire you
\r\nLet's hear it for New York, New York,
\r\nNew York
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\r\nOne hand in the air for the big city
\r\nStreetlights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
\r\nNo place in the world that could compare
\r\nPut your lighters in the air
\r\nEverybody say \"Yeah, Yeah. Yeah, Yeah\"
\r\n
\r\nNew York
\r\nConcrete jungle where dreams are made of
\r\nThere's nothin' you can't do
\r\nNow you're in New York
\r\nThese streets will make you feel brand new
\r\nBig lights will inspire you
\r\nLet's hear it for New York, New York,
\r\nNew York
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