"empire state of mind" Video Lyrics
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[Verse 1: Jay-Z]Yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCaright next to Deniro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano'sright there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stashbox, 560 State St.catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry'sCruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexusdrivin' so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai'ssittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high fiveNigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....
[Chorus: Alicia Keys]New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't doNow you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New York, New York,New York
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughbut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockAfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hopYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backfor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act8 million stories, out there in it nakedCity, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make itMe, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane WadeThree dice cee-lo, three Card MontyLabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
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[Verse 3: Jay-Z]Lights is blinding, girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines islined with casualties, who sip to life casuallythen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple eveCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleAnna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin outCity of sin, it's a pity on the windGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themMami took a bus trip, now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
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[Bridge: Alicia Keys]One hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all lookin' prettyNo place in the world that could comparePut your lighters in the airEverybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
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