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🎼 Empire State of Mind from The Blueprint 3 🎤 by JAY Z feat. Alicia Keys

Yeah

Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn.

Now I'm down in Tribeca.

Right next to De Niro

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

Hola my dominicanos (hey yo)

Right there up on Broadway

Brought me back to that McDonalds

Took it to my stash spot

560 State Street

Catch me in the kitchen

Like Simmons whipping Pastry

Cruising down 8th Street

Off-white Lexus

Driving so slow

(but bk, it's from Texas!!)

Me I'm out that Bedstuy

Home of that boy Biggie

Now I live on billboard

And I brought my boys with me

Say what up to ta-ta

Still sipping mai tais

Sitting courtside

Knicks and Nets give me high-5

Nga, I be spiked out

I could trip a referee

...tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from...

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,

The lights will inspire you,

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

I made you hot n-gga,

Catch me at the x with og at a yankee game,

Sh-t i made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can,

You should know I bleed blue, but i ain't a crip tho,

But i got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though,

Welcome to the melting pot,

Corners where we selling rocks,

Afrika Bambaataa sh-t,

Home of the hip hop,

Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back,

For foreigners it ain't fitted act like they forgot how to act,

8 million stories out there and they're naked,

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

Me i gotta plug a special and i got it made,

If Jeezy's 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 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,

The lights will inspire you,

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Welcome to the bright light.

Lights is blinding,

Girls need blinders

So they can step out of bounds quick,

The side lines is blind with casualties,

Who sip the lite 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 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

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,

The 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 yeaaahh

Come on, come, yeah,

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,

The lights will inspire you,

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Writer(s): SHAWN CARTER, BURT KEYES, SYLVIAN ROBINSON, ANGELA HUNTE, JANE'T SEWELL, ALICIA AUGELLO-COOK, AL SHUCKBURGH

🎼 Empire State of Mind from The Blueprint 3