Yeah,
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Yeah, Im out that Brooklyn,
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now Im down in Tribeca,
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right next to DeNiro,
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But ill be hood forever,
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Im the new Sinatra,
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and since i made it here,
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i can make it anywhere,
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yeah they love me everywhere,
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i used to cop in Harlem,
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all of my Dominicanos (hey yo)
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right there up on broadway,
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brought me back to that McDonalds,
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took it to my stash spot,
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Five sixty state street,
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catch me in the kitchen like the simmons whipping pastry,
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cruising down 8th street,
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off white lexus,
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driving so slow but BK is from Texas,
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me Im up at Bedstuy,
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home of that boy Biggie,
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but now i live on billboard,
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and i brought my boys with me,
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say wat up to Ty-Ty, still sipping Mai Tais,
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sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives,
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N-gga i be spiked out, i can trip a referee,
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tell by my attitude that I most definitely from
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[Alicia Keys]
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In New York,
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
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Theres nothing you cant do,
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Now youre in New York,
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these streets will make you feel brand new,
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the lights will inspire you,
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lets here it for New York, New York, New York
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[Jay-Z]
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I made you hot n-gga,
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Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
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sh-t i made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can,
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you should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip tho,
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but i got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though,
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welcome to the melting pot,
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corners where we selling rocks,
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africa bambaataa sh-t,
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home of the hip hop,
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yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back,
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for foreigners it aint fitted act like they forgot how to act.
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8 million stories out there and their naked,
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city is a pity half of yall wont make it,
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me i gotta plug a special Ed: "I got it made".
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If Jeezy's payin LeBron, Im paying Dwayne Wade,
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3 dice cee-lo
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3 card monte,
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labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
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Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade,
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long live the king yo,
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Im from the empire state thats
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[Chorus]
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In New York,
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
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Theres nothing you cant do,
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Now youre in New York,
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these streets will make you feel brand new,
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the lights will inspire you,
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lets here it for New York, New York, New York
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Welcome to the bright light..
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[Jay-Z]
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Lights is blinding,
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girls need blinders
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so they can step out of bounds quick,
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the sidelines is blind with casualties,
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who sip the lite casually, then gradually become worst,
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dont bite the apple Eve,
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caught up in the in crowd,
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now your in-style,
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and in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out,
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the city of sin is a pity on a whim,
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good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them,
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Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,
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everybody ride her, just like a bus route,
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Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin,
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and Jesus cant save you life starts when the church ends,
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came here for school, graduated to the high life,
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ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight,
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MDMA got you feeling like a champion,
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the city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
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[Chorus]
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In New York,
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
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Theres nothing you cant do,
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Now youre in New York,
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these streets will make you feel brand new,
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the lights will inspire you,
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lets here it for New York, New York, New York
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[Alicia Keys]
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One hand in the air for the big city,
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Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
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no place in the World that can compare,
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Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh
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come on, come,
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yeah,
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[Chorus]
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In New York,
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
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Theres nothing you cant do,
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Now youre in New York,
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these streets will make you feel brand new,
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the lights will inspire you,
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lets here it for New York, New York, New York
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Empire of the state
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jay-z |