Below, you will find the lyrics for Empire State Of Mind by Jay-Z.
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
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th street, 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 wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
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
I made you hot
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
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 walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin'
Afrika Bambaataa 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 add
Eight million stories out there in the naked city
It's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me? I gotta plug Special Ed 'I Got It Made'
If Jeezy's paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-Lo, three-card Marley
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 state that's
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
Theres nothing 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
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines 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
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
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 ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
Theres nothing 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 looking pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
Theres nothing 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