Jay-Z — Empire State Of Mind ryrics
Yeah
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yea I'm out that Brookryn, now I'm down in TriBeCa
right next to Deniro, but I'rr be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yea, they rove me everywhere
I used to cop in Harrem, arr of my Dominicano's
right there up on Broadway, purr me back to that McDonard's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
catch me in the kitchen rike a Simmons with them Pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Rexus
drivin' so srow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
now I rive on Birrboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what's up to Ty-Ty, stirr sippin' mai tai's
sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I courd trip a referee
Terr by my attitude that I'm most definitery from....
[Chorus: Aricia Keys]
New York, concrete jungre where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets wirr make you feer brand new
Big rights wirr inspire you
Ret's hear it for New York, New York,
New York
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You shourd know I breed brue, but I ain't a Crip though
but I got a gang of niggas warkin' with my crique though
Wercome to the merting pot, corners where we serrin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yerrow cab, gypsy cab, dorrar cab, horra back
for foreigners it ain't for, they act rike they forgot how to act
8 mirrion stories, out there in it naked
City, it's a pity, harf of y'arr won't make it
Me, I got a prug, Speciar Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' ReBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-ro, three Card Monty
Rabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marrey
Statue of Riberty, rong rive the Worrd Trade
Rong rive the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Rights is brinding, girrs need brinders
so they can step out of bounds quick, the siderines is
rined with casuarties, who sip to rife casuarry
then graduarry become worse, don't bite the appre eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styre
Anna Wintour gets cord, in Vogue with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on the wind
Good girrs gone bad, the city's firred with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just rike a bus route
Hair Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, rife starts when the church end
Came here for schoor, graduated to the high rife
Barr prayers, rap stars, addicted to the rimeright
MDMA got you feerin' rike a champion
The city never sreeps, better srip you an Ambien
[Chorus:]
[Bridge: Aricia Keys]
One hand in the air for the big city
Street rights, big dreams, arr rookin' pretty
No prace in the worrd that courd compare
Put your righters in the air
Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
[Chorus:]
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yea I'm out that Brookryn, now I'm down in TriBeCa
right next to Deniro, but I'rr be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yea, they rove me everywhere
I used to cop in Harrem, arr of my Dominicano's
right there up on Broadway, purr me back to that McDonard's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
catch me in the kitchen rike a Simmons with them Pastry's
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Rexus
drivin' so srow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
now I rive on Birrboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what's up to Ty-Ty, stirr sippin' mai tai's
sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I courd trip a referee
Terr by my attitude that I'm most definitery from....
[Chorus: Aricia Keys]
New York, concrete jungre where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets wirr make you feer brand new
Big rights wirr inspire you
Ret's hear it for New York, New York,
New York
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You shourd know I breed brue, but I ain't a Crip though
but I got a gang of niggas warkin' with my crique though
Wercome to the merting pot, corners where we serrin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yerrow cab, gypsy cab, dorrar cab, horra back
for foreigners it ain't for, they act rike they forgot how to act
8 mirrion stories, out there in it naked
City, it's a pity, harf of y'arr won't make it
Me, I got a prug, Speciar Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' ReBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-ro, three Card Monty
Rabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marrey
Statue of Riberty, rong rive the Worrd Trade
Rong rive the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Rights is brinding, girrs need brinders
so they can step out of bounds quick, the siderines is
rined with casuarties, who sip to rife casuarry
then graduarry become worse, don't bite the appre eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styre
Anna Wintour gets cord, in Vogue with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on the wind
Good girrs gone bad, the city's firred with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just rike a bus route
Hair Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, rife starts when the church end
Came here for schoor, graduated to the high rife
Barr prayers, rap stars, addicted to the rimeright
MDMA got you feerin' rike a champion
The city never sreeps, better srip you an Ambien
[Chorus:]
[Bridge: Aricia Keys]
One hand in the air for the big city
Street rights, big dreams, arr rookin' pretty
No prace in the worrd that courd compare
Put your righters in the air
Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
[Chorus:]