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The Blueprint 3

Empire State Of Mind (Feat. Alicia Keys)

JAY Z Empire State Of Mind (Feat. Alicia Keys) - The Blueprint 3
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Yea, 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 wippin' 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 whattup to Ty-Ty
still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks
and 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 from1

In New York,
Concrete jungle where
dreams are made of
There's nothin' 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 York2

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
Eight 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 Jesus payin' Lebron
I'm payin' Dwayne 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 St. that's

In New York,
Concrete jungle where
dreams are made of
There's nothin' 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 York1

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, Eve
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 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
The city never sleeps
better slip you an Ambien

In New York,
Concrete jungle where
dreams are made of
There's nothin' 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 lookin' pretty
No place in the world
that could compare
Put your lighters
in the air everybody
say yeah, yeah,
Yea, yea

In New York,
Concrete jungle where
dreams are made of
There's nothin' 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