Bum bum bum, buh buh buh, buh buh buh, buh buh buh Bum bum bum, buh buh buh, buh buh buh, buh buh buh Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, for I've been hooked forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made a hit 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, want me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash box, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen, look at Simmons with them pastries Cruisin' down 8th Street, off white Lexus Drivin' so slow, but B.K. 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' my Ty's Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets, give me high five Jigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude, that I'm most definitely wrong New York, concrete jungle, my dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York New York, these streets will make you feel brand new The lights will inspire you, you won't even hear it But New York, New York, New York Catch me at the X with O.G. at a Yankee game Dude, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee cane You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a crypto But I got a gang of brothers walkin' with my clique, though Welcome to the Melton Park, corners where we sellin' broad African Bambaataa, home of the hip-hop Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, I look back for foreigners It ain't for they act like they forgot how to act 8 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 that I got it made Jesus payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade Three Dicey low, three Carmali Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the kingdom, I'm from the Empire State New York, concrete jungle, I dream tomato There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York Welcome to the Bright Lights, baby You feel brand new, the lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Lights is blindin', girls need blinders Take a step outta bounds, crook the sidelines It's lined with casualties, so sip your life casually Then gradually become worse, don't buy the apple We've caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style Into the wind it gets cold, invoke, put your skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the wind 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 Ballplayers, rap stars, addicted to the limelight Dawg, MHS got you feelin' like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you an amp, yeah New York, don't pretend you're a dreamer Hail Mary to the city, there's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York, New York, New York These streets will make you feel brand new The lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York One hand in the air for the big city Streetlights, big dreams all looking pretty No place in the world that could compare Put your lighters in the air, everybody say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah New York, don't pretend you're a dreamer Hail Mary to the city, there's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York, New York, New York These streets will make you feel brand new The lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York