JAY-Z, Alicia Keys - Empire State Of Mind (Clean) | Lyrics

♫ JAY-Z, Alicia Keys - Empire State Of Mind (Clean) Connect With JAY-Z • • Connect With Alicia Keys • • Lyrics: 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 (dímelo) Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald’s Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin’ pastry 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 up to Ty-Ty, still sippin’ Mai Tais Sittin’ courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five N****, I be Spike’d out, I could trip a referee (come on, come on, come on) Tell by my attitude that I’m most definitely from In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (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 (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (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) (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh) (I made you hot, n****) Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game S***, 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 n****s walkin’ with my clique though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin’ rock Afrika Bambataa s***, 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 act Eight million stories, out there in the 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 Monte Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (come on, come on, come on) Long live the king, yo, I’m from the Empire State that’s In New York (ayy) (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle (yeah) 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 lights, baby) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you (okay) Let’s hear it for New York (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh) Lights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines 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 Into the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out City of sin, it’s 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 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 (come on, come on, come on) The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien In New York (ayy, oh) (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 (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh) One hand in the air for the big city (uh) Street lights, big dreams, all lookin’ pretty (uh) No place in the world that could compare (nah) Put your lighters in the air everybody say “Yeah, yeah“ (come on, come on, come on) “Yeah, yeah“ (I’m from New York) In New York (uh, yeah) (ohh) 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 (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh) #jayz #aliciakeys #empirestateofmind #theblueprint