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 whippin' pastry

Cruisin' down 8th street, off-white Lexus

Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas

Me?

I'm out that 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 could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from…

In New York (ayy, aha) (uh, yeah)

Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)

Now you're in New York (aha, aha, aha) (uh, yeah)

These streets will make you feel brand-new (new)

Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay)

Let's hear it for New York (You're welcome, OG) (come on)

New York (yeah), New York (uh) (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 walkin' with my clique though

Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rocks

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' 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 (ayy) (uh, yeah)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good) (okay)

Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)

(Welcome to the bright light, baby)

These streets will make you feel brand-new

Big lights will inspire you (okay)

Let's hear it for New York (come on)

New York (yeah), New York (uh)

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

And when 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 feelin' like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien

In New York (ayy, ah) (uh, yeah)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' 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 (come on)

New York (yeah), New York (uh)

One hand in the air for the big city

Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty

No place in the world that could compare

Put your lighters in the air, everybody say, "Yeah" (come on)

(Come on) Yeah (come on)

In New York (uh, yeah)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' 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 (come on)

New York (yeah), New York (uh)