Empire State Of Mind Lyrics - Glee: The Music, Volume 4 - Glee

Yeah, Yeah 

Imma up at Brooklyn 

Now Im 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 McDonalds 

Took it to my stash spot 

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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 courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives 

Nigga I be spiked out 

I can trip a referee 

Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from? 

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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 

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 

Shit I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can 

You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip though 

But I got a gang of niggas walking with my click though 

Welcome to the melting pot 

Corners where we selling rocks Afrika bambaataa shit 

Home of the hip hop 

Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back 

For foreigners it aint fitted act like they forgot how to act 

8 million stories out there and their naked 

Cities is a pity half of y'all won't make it 

Me I gotta plug a special and I got it made 

If Jesus payin 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 thats? 

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 

Let's hear it for New York 

New York, New York 

Lights is blinding 

Girls need blinders 

So they can step out of bounds quick 

The side lines is blind with casualties 

Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse 

Don't bite the apple Eve 

Caught up in the in crowd 

Now your 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 cities 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 your 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 

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, 

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 yeeah yeeah 

yeeah yeeah 

Come on, come on 

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, 

Let's hear it for New York, 

New York, New York