Empire State Of Mind Songtext / Lyric

Yeah, yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tri Beca 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 Dominicano's right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's

Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street

Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's

Cruisin' down 8th Street 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 boys with me

Say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five

Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could 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 nothin' 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 (Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game)



Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can






You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though

But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock

Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop

Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back for foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act



8 million stories, out there in it naked

City, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it



Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I got it made" if Jeezy's payin' Le Bron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade

Three dice Cee-Lo, three Card Monty

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 nothin' 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 sidelines is



Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple eve

Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out

City of sin, it's a pity on the wind, good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them



Mami 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 feelin' like a champion, the city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien (In New York)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of there's nothin' 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 lookin' pretty

No place in the world that could compare

Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"

In New York

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of there's nothin' 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