Yeah, Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn
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Now I'm down in TriBeCa
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Right next to DeNiro
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But I'll be hood forever
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I'm 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
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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 stage street
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Catch me in the kitchen
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like a 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 I'm up at Bed-Stuy
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Home of that boy Biggie
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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,
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still sipping Malta
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Sittin' courtside Knicks and
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Nets give me high fives
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Nigga I be spiked out,
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I can trip a referee
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Tell by my attitude
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that I'm most definitely from…
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In New York
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Concrete jungle where
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dreams are made of
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There's nothing you can't do
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Now you're in New York
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These streets will make you
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feel brand new
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Big lights will inspire you
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Let's hear it for New York,
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New York, New York
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I made you hot nigga
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Catch me at the X with OG
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at a Yankee game
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Shit I made the Yankee hat more
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famous than a Yankee can
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You should know I bleed blue,
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but I ain't a crip though
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But I got a gang of niggas walking
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with my click though
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Welcome to the meltin' pot
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Corners where we sellin' rocks
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Afrika Bambaataa shit
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Home of the hip-hop
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Yellow cap, gypsy cap,
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dollar cab, holla back
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For foreigners it ain't for,
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they act like they forgot how to act
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8 million stories
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out there and their naked
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City is a pity half of
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y'all won't make it
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Me I gotta plug special Ed
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"I got it made"
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If Jesus payin' Lebron,
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I'm paying Dwayne Wade
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Three dice cee-lo, three card molly
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Labor day parade,
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rest in peace Bob Marley
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Statue of Liberty,
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long live the World Trade
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Long live the king yo
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I'm from the Empire State that's…
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In New York
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Concrete jungle where
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dreams are made of
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There's nothing you can't do
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Now you're in New York
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These streets will make
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you feel brand new
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Big lights will inspire you
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Let's hear it for New York,
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New York, New York
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Lights is blinding
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Girls need blinders
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So they can step
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out of bounds quick
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The side lines is blind with casualties
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Who sippin' life casually,
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then gradually become worse
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Don't bite the apple eve
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Caught up in the in crowd
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Now you're in-style
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And in the winter gets cold
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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,
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the city's filled with them
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Mommy took a bus trip,
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now she got her bust out
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Everybody ride her,
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just like a bus route
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Hail Mary to the city,
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you're a virgin
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And Jesus can't save you,
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life starts when the church end
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Came here for school,
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graduated to the high life
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Ball players, rap stars,
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addicted to the limelight
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MDMA got you feeling like a champion
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The city never sleeps,
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better slip you an Ambien
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In New York
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Concrete jungle where
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dreams are made of
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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
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Let's hear it for New York,
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New York, New York
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One hand in the air for the big city
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Street lights, big dreams
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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,
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everybody say yeaa yeaa
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yeaa yeaa
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In New York
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Concrete jungle where
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dreams are made of
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There's nothing you can't do
|
Now you're in New York
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These streets will make
|
you feel brand new
|
Big lights will inspire you
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Let's hear it for New York,
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New York, New York
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Empire State Of Mind (Feat. Alicia Keys)
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| Jay-Z |
