Empire State Of Mind [explicit] Lyrics - Alicia Keys

Yeah 

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 McDonald's 

Took it to my stash spot 

560 State Street 

Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons whippin' pastry 

Cruising down 8th Street 

Off-white Lexus 

Driving so slow but B.K. 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 what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais 

Sittin' courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives 

Nigga I be spiked out; I can trip a referee 

Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from... 

In New York 

Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh 

There's nothing 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 

I made you hot nigga 

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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 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 selling rock 

Afrika Bambaataa shit 

Home of the hip-hop 

Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back 

For foreigners it 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's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwayne 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 

Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh 

There's nothing 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 

Welcome to the bright light... 

Lights is blinding 

Girls need blinders 

Or they can step out of bounds quick 

The sidelines is lined 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's filled with them 

Mommy 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 

Ballplayers, rap stars, addicted to the limelight 

MDMA got you feeling like a champion 

The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien 

In New York 

Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh 

There's nothing 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 looking pretty 

No place in the world that can compare 

Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh 

Come on, come 

Yeah 

Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh 

There's nothing you can't do 

Now you're in New York 

These streets will make you feel brand new 

Big lights will inspire you