Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca   Right next to De Niro, 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, 560 State 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 Bed-Stuy, 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 courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives   Nigga, I be spiked out, I can trip a referee   Tell by my attitude that I am 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, let's hear it for New York   New York, New York   (I made you hot, nigga)      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 clique, though      Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock   Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop   Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back   For foreigners that ain't fifty, they act like they forgot how to act      Eight 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 payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane 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 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, 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 blind with casualties   Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse      Don't bite the apple, Eve, caught up in the in crowd   Now you're in style and in the winter gets cold   En vogue with your skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whim   Good girls gone bad, the cities 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 ends      Came here for school, graduated to the high life   Ball players, rap stars addicted to the limelight   MDMA got you feeling like a champion   The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien      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, 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 looking pretty   No place in the world that can compare   Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah   (Come on, come on)      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, let's hear it for New York   New York, New York