Empire State Of Mind Lyrics - X Factor (uk)

Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at 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, 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 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 what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai 

Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives 

Nigga, I be spiked out, I can trip a referee 

Tell by my attitude that I am 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) 

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 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 fifty, they act like they forgot how to act 

Eight 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 "I Got It Made" 

If Jesus 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, 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 

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders 

So they can step out of bounds quick 

The sidelines 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, end of 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 cities 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 

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, 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 

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 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

(Come on, come on) 

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