Empire State Of Mind [Jay-Z + Alicia Keys] Jay-Z & 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
Right there up on Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State 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 out at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me

Say "what up?" to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I am most definitely from

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Ayy, uh, yeah, yeah)
There's nothing you can't do (Yeah, okay)
Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha)
These streets will make you feel brand new (New)
Big lights will inspire you (Come on)
Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG)
New York, New York (I made you hot, nigga)

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankees game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock
Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop
Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back
For foreigners that ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add

Eight million stories out there in the naked
City it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me?, I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade

Three dice, Cee-lo, three-card Monte
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 (Yeah), concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (That boy good, okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby) These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
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
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse

Don't bite the apple, Eve!
Caught up in the in-crowd now you're in-style
Into 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

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 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 an Ambien

In New York (Ayy, ow, uh, yeah), concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (Okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
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 could compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
Yeah, yeah (Come on, come on)
Yeah, yeah (Come on)

In New York (Uh, yeah, oh), concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (Okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)