Empire State Of Mind Lyrics - This Heart Of Mine - Kim Waters

Yeah I'm out that 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 Dominicano's 

Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's 

Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Strett 

Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries 

Cruisin' down 8th Street, off white Lexus 

Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas 

Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie 

Now I live on billboard and I brought my boys with me 

Say whatup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's 

Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five 

Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee 

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from 

New York 

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of 

There's nothin' you can't do 

Now you're in New York (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 

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game 

Do I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can 

You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though 

But I got a gang of brothers walkin' with my clique though 

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock 

Africa Bambata home of the hip-hop 

Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back 

For foreigners it ain't for they act like they forgot how to act 

Eight million stories, out there in it naked 

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

Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made" 

If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade 

Three dice cee-lo, three card molly 

Labour Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley 

Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade 

New York 

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of 

There's nothin' 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 sidelines is, lined with casualties, who sip to life casually 

Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leaf 

Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style 

End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out 

City of sin, it's a pity on the wind 

Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them 

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out 

Everybody ride her, just like a bus route 

Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin 

And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end 

Came here for school, graduated to the high life 

Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight 

MDMA got you feelin' like a champion 

The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien 

New York 

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of 

There's nothin' 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 

Streetlights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty 

No place in the world that could compare 

Put your lighters in the air 

Everybody say "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah" 

New York 

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of 

There's nothin' 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