Empire State Of Mind (feat. Alicia Keys) Yeah [Verse 1 — Jay-Z:] Yeah Im out that Brooklyn, now Im down in Tribeca Right next to DeNiro, but Ill be hood forever Im 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, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonalds Took it to my stash spot, 560 State St. Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons whipping Pastry Cruisin down 8th St., off-white Lexus Drivin so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, Im 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 TyTy, still sippin Mai Tais Sittin courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that Im most definitely from.... [Chorus — Alicia Keys:] New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Theres nothin you cant do Now youre in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The lights will inspire you Lets hear it for New York, New York, New York (You welcome OG—I made you hot, nigga!) [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 aint 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 aint fair, they act like they forgot how to add 8 million stories, out there in the naked City its a pity, half of yall wont make it Me, I got a plug Special Ed I Got It Made If Jeezys payin LeBron, Im 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 King yo, Im from the Empire State thats [Chorus] (That boy good... welcome to the bright light, baby.) [Verse 3 — Jay-Z:] Lights is blinding, girls need blinders Or they could step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually Then gradually become worse, dont bite the apple, Eve Caught up in the in-crowd, now youre in style Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out City of sin, its a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the citys 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, youre a virgin And Jesus cant 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 (cmon, cmon) Im from... [Chorus] ~ https://youtube/watch?v=0UjsXo9l6I8&list=RD0UjsXo9l6I8
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 22:38:01 +0000
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