Empire State of Mind Lyrics
| Song | Empire State of Mind |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Artist | Alicia Keys |
| Album | The Funky President Mixtape |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah, I’mma up at 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 | |
| Yeah they love me everywhere | |
| I used to cop in Harlem | |
| All of my dominicanos | |
| Right there up on broad way | |
| Brought me back to that McDonalds | |
| Took it to my stash spot | |
| Five Sixty Stage street | |
| Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry | |
| Cruising down 8th street | |
| Off white Lexus | |
| Driving so slow but BK is from Texas | |
| Me I’m up at Beasty | |
| 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 Malta | |
| Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives | |
| Nigga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee | |
| Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from | |
| In New York | |
| Concrete jungle where dreams are made of | |
| There’s nothing you can’t do | |
| Now you’re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let’s here it for New York, New York, New York | |
| I made you hot nigga | |
| Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game | |
| Shit 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 i-ggas walking with my click though | |
| Welcome to the melting pot | |
| Corners where we selling rocks | |
| Africa bambaataa shit | |
| Home of the hip hop | |
| Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back | |
| For foreigners it ain’t fitted they forgot how to act | |
| 8 million stories out there and their naked | |
| Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it | |
| Me I gotta plug Special Ed “I got it made” | |
| If Jesus paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade | |
| 3 dice cee-lo | |
| 3 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 | |
| There’s nothing you can’t do | |
| Now you’re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let’s here 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 blind with casualties | |
| Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse | |
| Don’t bite the apple Eve | |
| Caught up in the in crowd | |
| Now your in-style | |
| And in 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 cities filled with them | |
| Mommy took a bus trip and 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 your 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 | |
| There’s nothing you can’t do | |
| Now you’re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let’s here 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 can compare | |
| Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah | |
| In New York | |
| Concrete jungle where dreams are made of | |
| There’s nothing you can’t do | |
| Now you’re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let’s here it for New York, New York, New York |
| Yeah, I' mma up at 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 | |
| Yeah they love me everywhere | |
| I used to cop in Harlem | |
| All of my dominicanos | |
| Right there up on broad way | |
| Brought me back to that McDonalds | |
| Took it to my stash spot | |
| Five Sixty Stage street | |
| Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry | |
| Cruising down 8th street | |
| Off white Lexus | |
| Driving so slow but BK is from Texas | |
| Me I' m up at Beasty | |
| 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 Malta | |
| Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives | |
| Nigga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee | |
| Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from | |
| In New York | |
| Concrete jungle where dreams are made of | |
| There' s nothing you can' t do | |
| Now you' re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let' s here it for New York, New York, New York | |
| I made you hot nigga | |
| Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game | |
| Shit 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 iggas walking with my click though | |
| Welcome to the melting pot | |
| Corners where we selling rocks | |
| Africa bambaataa shit | |
| Home of the hip hop | |
| Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back | |
| For foreigners it ain' t fitted they forgot how to act | |
| 8 million stories out there and their naked | |
| Cities is a pity half of y' all won' t make it | |
| Me I gotta plug Special Ed " I got it made" | |
| If Jesus paying LeBron, I' m paying Dwayne Wade | |
| 3 dice ceelo | |
| 3 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 | |
| There' s nothing you can' t do | |
| Now you' re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let' s here 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 blind with casualties | |
| Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse | |
| Don' t bite the apple Eve | |
| Caught up in the in crowd | |
| Now your instyle | |
| And in 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 cities filled with them | |
| Mommy took a bus trip and 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 your 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 | |
| There' s nothing you can' t do | |
| Now you' re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let' s here 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 can compare | |
| Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah | |
| In New York | |
| Concrete jungle where dreams are made of | |
| There' s nothing you can' t do | |
| Now you' re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let' s here it for New York, New York, New York |
| Yeah, I' mma up at 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 | |
| Yeah they love me everywhere | |
| I used to cop in Harlem | |
| All of my dominicanos | |
| Right there up on broad way | |
| Brought me back to that McDonalds | |
| Took it to my stash spot | |
| Five Sixty Stage street | |
| Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry | |
| Cruising down 8th street | |
| Off white Lexus | |
| Driving so slow but BK is from Texas | |
| Me I' m up at Beasty | |
| 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 Malta | |
| Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives | |
| Nigga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee | |
| Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from | |
| In New York | |
| Concrete jungle where dreams are made of | |
| There' s nothing you can' t do | |
| Now you' re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let' s here it for New York, New York, New York | |
| I made you hot nigga | |
| Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game | |
| Shit 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 iggas walking with my click though | |
| Welcome to the melting pot | |
| Corners where we selling rocks | |
| Africa bambaataa shit | |
| Home of the hip hop | |
| Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back | |
| For foreigners it ain' t fitted they forgot how to act | |
| 8 million stories out there and their naked | |
| Cities is a pity half of y' all won' t make it | |
| Me I gotta plug Special Ed " I got it made" | |
| If Jesus paying LeBron, I' m paying Dwayne Wade | |
| 3 dice ceelo | |
| 3 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 | |
| There' s nothing you can' t do | |
| Now you' re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let' s here 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 blind with casualties | |
| Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse | |
| Don' t bite the apple Eve | |
| Caught up in the in crowd | |
| Now your instyle | |
| And in 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 cities filled with them | |
| Mommy took a bus trip and 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 your 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 | |
| There' s nothing you can' t do | |
| Now you' re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let' s here 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 can compare | |
| Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah | |
| In New York | |
| Concrete jungle where dreams are made of | |
| There' s nothing you can' t do | |
| Now you' re in New York | |
| These streets will make you feel brand new | |
| The lights will inspire you | |
| Let' s here it for New York, New York, New York |
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