Glennis Grace - Empire State Of Mind lyrics

Yeah, yeah, I'ma 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, Five Sixty Stage 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 up at Bedsty, 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 Malta Sitting court side Knicks and Nets give me high fives I be spiked out, I can trip a referee, tell by my attitude that I most definitely from 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 Hear it for New York, New York, New York Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game sh**, 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 n***as, walking with my click though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks Afrika bambaataa sh**, home of the Hip Hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners, like Frans and Glennis, they don't now how to act 8 million stories, out there and they're naked Cities is a pity half of y'all won't make it Me, I gotta plug Special Ed "I got it made" If Jesus paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade 3 dice Cee-lo, 3 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 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 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, yeah, yeah, yeah, 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 Hear it for New York