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Yeah, yeah, I'ma 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 DominicanosRight
there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stash spot, 560 State
StreetCatch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th Street, off-white LexusDriving so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm up at
Bed-Stuy, home of that boy BiggieNow I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai taiSitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fivesNigga,
I be spiked out, I can trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I am most definitely from
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, ohThere's nothing you can't do,
now you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire
you, let's hear it for New YorkNew York, New York(I made you hot, ***)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee
canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughBut I got a gang of *** walking
with my clique, though Welcome to the melting pot, corners where
we selling rockAfrika Bambaataa ***, home of the hip hopYellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar
Cab, holla backFor foreigners that ain't fifty, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories out there, and they're nakedCities is a pity, half of y'all won't
make itMe, I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jesus payin' LeBron, I'm paying
Dwyane Wade Three dice, Cee-lo, three-card MonteLabor
Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong
live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, ohThere's nothing you can't do,
now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire
you, let's hear it for New YorkNew York, New York
Lights is blinding, girls need blindersSo they can step out of bounds quickThe sidelines
is blind with casualtiesWho sipping life casually, then gradually become worse
Don't bite the apple, Eve, caught up in the in crowdNow you're in style, end of the winter
gets coldEn vogue with your skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whimGood girls
gone bad, the cities filled with them Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust
outEverybody ride her just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus
can't save you, life starts when the church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars addicted to the
limelightMDMA got you feeling like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothing you can't do, now
you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire
you, let's hear it for New YorkNew York, New York
are made, ohThere's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will
make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New YorkNew York, New
York
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