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Empire State Of Mind

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  • Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys - Empire State Of Mind


    Yea

    [Verse 1: Jay-Z]
    Yea I'm out that 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, yea, they love me everywhere
    I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
    right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
    Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
    catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's
    Cruisin' down 8th St., 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's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's
    sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
    Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
    Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....

    [Chorus: Alicia Keys]
    New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of ™?
    There's nothin' you can't do
    out of 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

    [Verse 2: Jay-Z]
    Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
    Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then 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 sellin' rock
    Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
    Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
    for foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
    8 million stories, out there in it naked
    City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
    Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
    If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
    Three dice cee-lo, three card molly
    Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
    Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
    Long live the Kingdome, I'm from the Empire St. that's

    [Chorus:]

    [Verse 3: Jay-Z]
    Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
    so they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
    lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
    then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leaf
    Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
    End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
    City of sin, it's a pity on the wind
    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 end
    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 an Ambien

    [Chorus:]

    [Bridge: Alicia Keys]
    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, yeah, yeah, yeah"

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