Empire State Of Mind (Clean Version)

Yeah

Yeah, I’m out of 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’ve made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere

I used to buy drugs in Harlem, shout out to my Dominicans (What’s up!)
Right there on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald’s
Took it to my hiding spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons whipping pastry

Cruising down 8th Street, in an off-white Lexus
Driving so slow but representing BK, Texas
Me? I’m from Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my crew with me

Say what’s up to Ty Ty, still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
I’m so flashy, I could trip a referee
You can tell from my attitude that I’m most definitely from

In New York
A 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
The bright lights will inspire you
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

Catch me at the ᙭ with OG at a Yankee game
I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I’m not a Crip though
But I’ve got a bunch of guys rolling with my crew though

Welcome to the melting pot, street corners where we sell stuff
Afrika Bambaataa stuff, this is the home of hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holler back
For foreigners, it’s not fair, they act like they forgot how to add

Eight million stories out there in the naked city
It’s a pity, half of y’all won’t make it
As for me, I’ve got a connection to Special Ed’s “I Got It Made”
If Jeezy’s paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade

Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
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, that’s

In New York
A 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
The bright lights will inspire you
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

The lights are blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds ǫuickly, the sidelines are
Filled with casualties who sip life casually
Then gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple, Eve

Caught up in the in-crowd, now you’re in style
When winter arrives, showing off your skin
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city’s filled with them

Mami took a bus trip, now she’s got her bust out
Everybody rides 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 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 an Ambien

In New York
A concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now youIn New York
A 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
The bright 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, “Yeah, yeah” (Come on, come on)
“Yeah, yeah” (Come on)

In New York
A 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
The bright lights will inspire you
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York