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Yeah Yeah I'm up at 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 All of my Dominicans (Hey yo) Right there off of Broadway Brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8th street Off-white Lexus Driving so slow (But BK is from Texas) Me I'm up at BedStuy Home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard And I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty Still sipping Mai Tai 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'm most definitely from... 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 hear it for New York, New York, New York I made you hot nigga, Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game, Sh-t, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can, You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a crip tho, But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though, Welcome to the melting pot, Corners where we selling rock, Afrika bambaataa sh-t, Home of the hip hop, Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back, For foreigners that ain't fitted, they act like they forgot how to act, 8 million stories out there and they're naked, City it's a pity half of y'all won't make it, Me I gotta plug a special and I got it made, If Jeezy's payin LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade, Three-dice Cee-lo Three-card marney, 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 hear it for New York, New York, New York Welcome to the bright light. Lights is blinding, Girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, The side lines is blind with casualties, Who sip the light 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 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 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 a Ambien 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 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 Come on, come, Yeah, 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 hear it for New York, New York, New York
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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