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Correct lyrics: Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Empire State of Mind

Lyrics: Alexandria Schuckeborough, Alicia Keys, Angela Hunt, Bert Keys, Jenny Sevier, Shawn Carter and Sylvia Robinson

Originally sung by Jay-Z, Alicia Keys

Lyrics:

Yea, yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca

I grew up in Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca

Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever

Next door to Robert DeNiro, but I'll always be the hipster

I'm the new Sinatra, and, since I made it here

I'm the new generation of Frank Sinatra, since I became famous in New York, I'm successful in the world

I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem,

Yes, I'm successful in the world, I'm welcomed everywhere

All of my Dominicano's right there up on Broadway,

I used to cop in Harlem, hangin' out with my Dominican brothers

Pull me back to that McDonald's, took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.

< p>Beyond the lights of Broadway, I think of that McKee's fast food joint

I hid my powder there, and of course 560 State St.

Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's

I mix my powder like the Simmons sisters make their cakes

Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus

Now I'm driving my white Lexus down 8th St.

Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas

Drivin' so slow, with Beyoncé

Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me. p>

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

Back in the day I got my start in Bed-Stuy, land of The Notorious B.I.G.

Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys

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

Say whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tai's

What's up with Tyran Smith, how 'bout a refill on a Mai-Tai

Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five

Sittin' courtside at Luhnow and Madison Square Garden, Knicks players and Nets players give me high fives

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

Oooh, I could trip a referee just like that Spike Lee guy now

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

That's right, that's my attitude, 'cause I'm from

In New York,

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 like you can't do anything

These streets will make you feel like you can't do anything. >These streets will make you feel brand new

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

New York, New York, New York

Let's hear it for New York. New York, New York

Let's hear it for New York, let's hear it for New York

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game with Juan Perez at the Bronx

Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can

I made the Yankee baseball cap more famous then a Yankee player

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

Think you know I'm a blue-blooded aristocrat and not a member of the Crip gang member

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

That said, I got a lot of friends in the hood

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

Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop

This is the sanctuary of hip-hop culture, and this is the land of Afrika Bambaataa

Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab. cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back

Taxis and underground black cabs honk and honk

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

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

Drivers pretend to forget

The meters are killing foreigners

Eight million stories, out there in it naked

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

Most of 'em ain't got a name

Me, I got a plug-in

There's no way to tell a story. >Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"

And me, I'm a true reflection of Special Ed's "I Got It Made"

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

Jay Jenkins can pay for Lebron, I can certainly afford Wade

Three dice cee-lo, three card monte

Dice and cards

Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley

The day of the Lord is over. Marley

Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley

Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade

Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Center

Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire St., that's where I'm from. Empire St. that's

The Notorious B.I.G, King of Pop, though dead, I'm from the Empire State, that's

In New York,

New York

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do,Now you're in New York

Now you're in New York,

These streets will make you feel brand new

New York is the place to be. p>

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

New York neon lights will make your blood boil

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Let's listen to New York, listen to New York! Step out of the paper and the gold

Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually

Blind victims are all over the road

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

The slightest relaxation paddles into the abyss

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

Don't taste the apple of sin so easily, Eve, step into that paradise of hypocrisy

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

Now you're trying to catch up

City of sin, it's a pity on the whim

Dressed like a Vogue girl in the dead of winter, the city of sin can only satisfy a fleeting fantasy of regret

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

The city's filled with them

We've got to get out of here. the city's filled with them

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

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

They used to come to New York, and it took all they had to make a living

Everybody ride her, just like a bus route

Sin City can only fulfill a fleeting fantasy of regret. Her, just like a bus route

Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin

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

But Jesus can't help you if you're self-absorbed

Came here for school, graduated to the high life

Came here with a dream

Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight

Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight. Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight

But addicted to the satisfaction of the limelight, like ball players and rap big men

MDMA got you feelin' like a champion

Ecstasy makes you feel like an empire for a while

The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

The city that never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

In New York,

New York,

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

Skyscrapers piled on top of each other.

There's nothin' you can't do, now you're in New York

Now you're in New York, you can do anything

These streets will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

New York neon will make your blood boil,

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Let's listen to New York, let's listen to New York!

One hand in the air for the big city

Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty

No place in the sky for the first time in the haze

No place in the sky for the first time in the haze. >

No place in the world that could compare

Put your lighters in the air everybody say yeah, yeah,

Fireworks in the air, everybody go crazy.

Yea, yea

Come on, come on

In New York,

New York

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

Skyscrapers stacked with dreams

There's nothin' you can't do. There's nothin' you can't do,Now you're in New York

Now you're in New York and you can do anything

These streets will make you feel brand new

New York's neighborhoods will make you feel brand new

Big lights will inspire you

The streets of New York will make you feel brand new. lights will inspire you

New York neon lights will make your blood boil

Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

The streets will make you feel brand new

New York neighborhoods will set you on fire

Big lights will inspire you

Expanded Information:

The song "Empire State of Mind" was included on Jay-Z's eleventh studio album, The Blueprint 3, released on October 20, 2009 as the album's third single.

The song peaked at number one on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart on November 28, 2009 and remained there for five consecutive weeks, marking Jay-Z's first number one single on the chart as a lead vocalist. 2010-2011, the song was awarded the "Best Cinematography" award at the 27th Annual MTV Video Music Awards In 2010-2011, the song won "Best Cinematography" at the 27th Annual MTV Video Music Awards, "Best Rap Song" and "Best Rap Collaboration" at the 53rd Annual Grammy Awards, and was a finalist for "Recording of the Year" at the 53rd Annual Grammy Awards.