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Empire State Of Mind Lyrics

by JAY-Z

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Empire State Of Mind” is a song by JAY-Z. This page features time-synced lyrics that highlight each line as the song plays — press play to sing along in real time. The lyrics contain 84 lines.

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Yeah, 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 whipping pastry

Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus

Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas

Me?, I'm out 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

Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives

Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I am most definitely from

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Ayy, uh, yeah, yeah)

There's nothing you can't do (Yeah, okay)

Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha)

These streets will make you feel brand new (New)

Big lights will inspire you (Come on)

Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG)

New York, New York (I made you hot, nigga)

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankees 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 walking 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 that 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 payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane 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 State that's

In New York (Yeah), concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do (That boy good, okay)

Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)

(Welcome to the bright lights, baby) These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you (Okay)

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 an Ambien

In New York (Ayy, ow, uh, yeah), concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do (Okay)

Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you (Okay)

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

Yeah, yeah (Come on, come on)

Yeah, yeah (Come on)

In New York (Uh, yeah, oh), concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can't do (Okay)

Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, yeah)

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you (Okay)

Let's hear it for New York (Uh)

New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)

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Yeah, 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 whipping pastry Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas Me?, I'm out 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 Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I am most definitely from In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Ayy, uh, yeah, yeah) There's nothing you can't do (Yeah, okay) Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha) These streets will make you feel brand new (New) Big lights will inspire you (Come on) Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG) New York, New York (I made you hot, nigga) Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankees 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 walking 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 that 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 payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane 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 State that's In New York (Yeah), concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do (That boy good, okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) (Welcome to the bright lights, baby) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) 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 an Ambien In New York (Ayy, ow, uh, yeah), concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do (Okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) 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 Yeah, yeah (Come on, come on) Yeah, yeah (Come on) In New York (Uh, yeah, oh), concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do (Okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
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