Empire State of Mind (心中的帝国) - Jay-Z (杰斯)

Written by：Shawn C. Carter/Sylvia Robinson/Jane'T. Sewell/Alexander William Shuckburgh/Bert Keyes Sylvia/Angela Ann Hunte/Alicia J.

Yea yea 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 yea 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 St.

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

Cruisin' down 8th St 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 whattup to Ty Ty still sippin' Mai Tai's

Sittin' courtside Knicks and Nets give me high five

Ni**a I be Spike'd out I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely

In 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

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Sh*t 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 niggas walkin' with my clique though

Welcome to the melting pot corners where we sellin' rock

Afrika Bambataa sh*t 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 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 St that's

In 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 Eve

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 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

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

In 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

Street lights big dreams all lookin' pretty

No place in the world that could compare

Put your lighters in the air everybody say yeah yeah

Yea yea

In 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