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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Chant
Alicia Keys
Alicia Keys
Chant
The Moments
The Moments
Artiste samplé
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Angela Hunte
Angela Hunte
Paroles/Composition
Alicia Augello-Cook
Alicia Augello-Cook
Paroles/Composition
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Paroles/Composition
Bert Keyes
Bert Keyes
Paroles/Composition
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Paroles/Composition
Janent Sewell-Ulepic
Janent Sewell-Ulepic
Paroles/Composition
Alexander Shuckburgh
Alexander Shuckburgh
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Angela Hunte
Angela Hunte
Co‑production
Ann Mincieli
Ann Mincieli
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix
Jordan Young
Jordan Young
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Janent Sewell-Ulepic
Janent Sewell-Ulepic
Co‑production
Al Shux
Al Shux
Production
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Ingénierie de prise de son
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Production déléguée
Kanye West
Kanye West
Production déléguée
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ingénierie de mixage
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Ingénierie de mastérisation

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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 (Dimelo!) 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 what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high-fives Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from In New York (ayy, aha) (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay) Now you're in New York (aha, aha, aha) (uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new (new) Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay) Let's hear it for New York (you welcome, OG) (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh) (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 niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' 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' 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 (ayy) (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay) Now you're in New York (welcome to the bright lights, baby) (uh, 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) 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 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 end Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feelin' like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien In New York (ayy, ow) (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' 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 (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh) One hand in the air for the big city (oh) Streetlights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (oh) No place in the world that could compare (nah) Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "Yeah, yeah" (come on, come on) "Yeah, yeah" (come on) In New York (uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' 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 (uh) New York (yeah), New York (uh)
Writer(s): Bert Keyes, Sylvia Robinson, Janet Andrea Sewell, Alicia Augello Cook, Alexander William Shuckburgh, Shawn C. Carter, Angela Ann Hunte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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