Yeah
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yea Iām out that Brooklyn, now Iām down in TriBeCa
right next to Deniro, but Iāll be hood forever
Iām the new Sinatra, andā¦ since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanoās
right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonaldās
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastryās
Cruisinā down 8th St., off white Lexus
drivinā so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, Iām out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whatās up to Ty-Ty, still sippinā mai taiās
sittinā courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spikeād out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that Iām most definitely fromā¦.
[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
Thereās nothinā you canāt do
Now youāre in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Letās 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 aināt a Crip though
but I got a gang of niggas walkinā with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellinā rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
for foreigners it aināt for, they act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories, out there in it naked
City, itās a pity, half of y'all wonāt make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed āI Got It Madeā
If Jeezyās payinā LeBron, Iām payinā Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three Card Monty
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, Iām from the Empire State thatās
[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, donāt bite the apple eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now youāre in style
Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out
City of sin, itās a pity on the wind
Good girls gone bad, the cityās 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, youāre a virgin
And Jesus canāt 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 feelinā 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 lookinā pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say āyeah, yeah, yeah, yeahā
[Chorus]
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