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Chapter 4: Empire State Of Mind


[Verse 1 — Jay-Z:]Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TribecaRight next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, all of my DominicanosRight there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stash spot, 560 State St.Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons' whipping PastryCruisin' down 8th St., off-white LexusDrivin' so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy BiggieNow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay what up to TyTy, still sippin' Mai Tai'sSittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high fiveNigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from...

[Chorus — Alicia Keys:]New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't doNow you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newThe lights will inspire youLet's 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 gameShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughBut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockAfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hopYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backFor foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add8 million stories, out there in the nakedCity it's a pity, half of y'all won't make itMe, I got a plug Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane WadeThree dice Cee-lo, three Card MollyLabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's


(That boy good... welcome to the bright light, baby.)

[Verse 3 — Jay-Z:]Lights is blinding, girls need blindersOr they could step out of bounds quick, the sidelines isLined with casualties, who sip to life casuallyThen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, EveCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleAnna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin outCity of sin, it's a pity on a whimGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themMommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien


[Bridge — Alicia Keys:]One hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all lookin' prettyNo place in the world that could comparePut your lighters in the airEverybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" (c'mon, c'mon)I'm from...


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