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JAY-Z – Empire State Of Mind ft. Alicia Keys



Official music video for “Empire State Of Mind” performed by JAY-Z featuring Alicia Keys.

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Music video by JAY-Z performing Empire State Of Mind. © 2014 S. Carter Enterprises, LLC., Distributed by Roc Nation Records, LLC. 

50 comments

  16. Here the lyrics friends.

    Yeah!
    Yeah, I'm out that 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, hola, my Dominicanos (Dimelo!)
    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 whippin' pastry
    Cruisin' down 8th Street, 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 what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
    Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high-fives
    Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
    Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
    In New York (ayy, aha) (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
    Now you're in New York (aha, aha, aha) (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand-new (new)
    Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (you welcome, OG) (uh)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh) (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 walkin' with my clique though
    Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock
    Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop
    Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
    For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
    Eight million stories out there in the naked
    City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
    Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
    If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
    Three dice cee-lo, three-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 (ayy) (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
    Now you're in New York (welcome to the bright lights, baby) (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand-new
    Big lights will inspire you (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (uh)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh)
    Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
    So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
    Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
    Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
    Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
    Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
    City of sin is a pity on a whim
    Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
    Mami, 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 a Ambien
    In New York (ayy, ow) (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
    Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand-new
    Big lights will inspire you (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (uh)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh)
    One hand in the air for the big city (oh)
    Streetlights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (oh)
    No place in the world that could compare (nah)
    Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
    "Yeah, yeah" (come on, come on)
    "Yeah, yeah" (come on)
    In New York (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
    Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand-new
    Big lights will inspire you (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (uh)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh)

  20. Yeah!

    Yeah, I'm out that 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, hola, my Dominicanos (Dimelo!)
    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 whippin' pastry

    Cruisin' down 8th Street, 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 what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
    Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high-fives
    Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
    Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

    In New York (ayy, aha) (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
    Now you're in New York (aha, aha, aha) (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand-new (new)
    Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (you welcome, OG) (uh)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh) (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 walkin' with my clique though
    Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock
    Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop
    Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
    For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add

    Eight million stories out there in the naked
    City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
    Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
    If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
    Three dice cee-lo, three-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 (ayy) (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
    Now you're in New York (welcome to the bright lights, baby) (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand-new
    Big lights will inspire you (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (uh)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh)

    Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
    So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
    Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
    Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
    Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
    Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
    City of sin is a pity on a whim
    Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them

    Mami, 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 a Ambien

    In New York (ayy, ow) (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
    Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand-new
    Big lights will inspire you (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (uh)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh)

    One hand in the air for the big city (oh)
    Streetlights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (oh)
    No place in the world that could compare (nah)
    Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
    "Yeah, yeah" (come on, come on)
    "Yeah, yeah" (come on)

    In New York (uh, yeah)
    Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
    There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
    Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
    These streets will make you feel brand-new
    Big lights will inspire you (okay)
    Let's hear it for New York (uh)
    New York (yeah), New York (uh)

  27. I love this song ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
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  49. I'm mexican living in sonora (nearby arizona) , have never been at new york im my life , but i love rap music and make rap myself and always had felt this song really captured the new york essence , to me this is one of the best rap songs ever , along with california love they are anthems and represent very well their own culture and respective cities , what other songs do you guys know like this ? that talks about an specific town and their enviroment and history (i'll appreciate any suggestions)

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