Empire State Of Mind

Jay-Z [Explicit Content]

Empire State Of Mind (Original Version)

Feat. Alicia Keys


Yeah, I’m up at Brooklyn
Now I’m 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
5-60 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 up at Bed Stuy
Home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard
And I brought my boys with me
Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Mai-tai
Sitting courtside Knicks and Mets give me high fives
N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…

[Alicia Keys] Chorus:
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do (Yeah)
Now you’re in New York (Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha)
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you (Come on)
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
Shit I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint’ 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 shit
Home of the hip hop
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain’t fitted they forgot how to act
8 million stories out there and they’re naked

Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it
Me I gotta plug Special Ed and I got it made
If Jeezy’s payin LeBron, I’m paying Dwyane Wade
3 dice cee-lo
3 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


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 sipping life 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 is 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 you’re a Virgin
And Jésus 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


[Alicia Keys]
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 yeah
Come on, come






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