Empire State of Mind lyrics - Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys

With September 11, 2009 comes the release of Jay-Z's The Blueprint 3, a 17 track rap album featuring guest rappers Kanye West, Kid Cudi, Young Jeezy and singers like Rihanna and Alicia Keys. R&B diva Alicia Keys is part of one of the standout tracks on Jay's third Blueprint album, a song paying tribute to the Big Apple, New York City. Many fans feel Jay-Z sounds hungry like the Old School Jigga on this track, and that's for sure. Jay raps about everything from the Yankees to NBA to McDonald's, Biggie and how the big city can cause the downfall of many...Here's the lyrics for the track "Empire State of Mind" featuring Alicia Keys on the boisterous chorus. Listen to Empire State of Mind - YouTube video Verse 1 Yeah I'm that Brooklyn Now Im down in Tribecca right next to Dinero But I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yea they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my dinnany connos(?) right there in Broadway Brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash box, 560 state street catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whippn pastry Cruisin down 8th street, off white lexus Driving so slow but Bk is from Texas Me Im out that Bedstuy home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say what up to tay tay still sippin Mai tai's Sittin courtside Knicks and Nets, n----s give me high fives N----a I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Can tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from... Chorus: In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made up There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new These lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York.... Uh you're welcome OJ, I made you hot! Verse 2 Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game S--t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee game You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a crip though But I got a gang of niggas walkin with my clique though Welcome to the meltin pot, Corners where we sellin s--t Afrika Bambatta s--t home of that hip hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab hollar back For foreigners it ain't fair they act like they forgot how to act 8 million stories out there in the naked City it's the pity, half of yall want make it me I gotta plug Special Ed I got it Made If G's is paying Lebron I'm payin Dwyane Wade Three dice celo, three card marlay Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the king though, I'm from the Empire state that's.... Chorus: In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made up There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York (welcome to the bright lights baby) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York.... Lyrics from http://mcmusicnotes.blogspot.com Verse 3 Lights is blinding, girls need blinders or they could step outta bounds quick, the side lines is lined with casualities who sift through life casually and gradually become worse don't bite the apple Eve Caught up in the crowd, now you're in style and in the winter gets cold, in vogue with your skin out City of sin its a pity on a whim 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 If Jesus can't save ya, life starts when the church in Came here for school graduated to the high life Ballplayers, rap stars addicted to the limelight MD&A got ya feelin like a champion The city never sleeps better slip you an Ambien Chorus: In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made up There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York (welcome to the bright lights baby) 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 lookin' pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaah, yeaaah yeaah, yeaah... In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made up There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York (welcome to the bright lights baby) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York.... Lyrics from http://mcmusicnotes.blogspot.com Empire State Mind is found on Jay-Z's album The Blueprint 3 available at Amazon.com. Got edits/corrections? Post them in the comments below!