Empire State Of Mind Songtext / Lyric

Yeah, Yeah

Imma up at Brooklyn

Now Im 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 Bedsty



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 Malta

Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives

Nigga I be spiked out

I can trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I 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 aint a crip though

But I got a gang of niggas walking with my click though

Welcome to the melting pot

Corners where we selling rocks Afrika bambaataa shit

Home of the hip hop

Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back

For foreigners it aint fitted act like they forgot how to act

8 million stories out there and their naked

Cities is a pity half of y'all won't make it

Me I gotta plug a special and I got it made

If Jesus payin LeBron,

I'm paying Dwayne Wade

3 dice cee-lo

3 card marley

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 thats?



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 sipping life casually, then gradually become worse

Don't bite the apple Eve

Caught up in the in crowd

Now your 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 cities filled with them

Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out

Everybody ride her, just like a bus route

Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin And Jesus can't save you life starts when the church ends

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 a 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 yeeah yeeah

yeeah yeeah

Come on, come on

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