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Empire State Of Mind
Glennis Grace

Added by: Webbie
Date Added: 2011-11-05 22:09:59

[Ft. Lange Frans]

Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at 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 Dominicanos, right there up on Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonald's, took it to my stash spot,
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 court side Knicks and Nets give me high fives
I be spiked out, I can trip a referee, tell by my attitude that I most definitely from

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
Hear it for New York, New York, New York

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 ain't 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 cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners, like Frans and Glennis, they don't now how to act
8 million stories, out there and they're naked
Cities is a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me, I gotta plug Special Ed "I got it made"
If Jesus paying 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 that's

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
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, yeah, yeah

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
Hear it for New York


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