Empire State Of Mind - Jay-Z

Yeah
 Yeah, I'm 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 Broadway
 Brought me back to that McDonald's
 Took it to my stash spot
 560 State Street
 Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons whippin' pastry
 Cruising down 8th Street
 Off-white Lexus
 Driving so slow but B.K. is from Texas
 Me I'm up at 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 fives
 Nigga I be spiked out; I can trip a referee
 Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from...

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

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 niggas walkin' with my clique though
 Welcome to the melting pot
 Corners where we selling rock
 Afrika Bambaataa shit
 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 payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
 Three dice Cee-lo
 Three-card Monte
 Labor Day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley

In New York
 Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
 There's nothing you can't do
 Now you're in New York

Lights is blinding
 Girls need blinders
 Or they can step out of bounds quick
 The sidelines is lined with casualties
 Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse
 Don't bite the apple Eve
 Caught up in the in crowd
 Now you're 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 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

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
 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 can compare
 Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh yeah. Yeaaahh 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
 Big lights will inspire you
 Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York