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, but 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 lookin' Simmons with them pastries Cruisin' down 8th Street, off white Lexus Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm out that bandstand, 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 Tai Sittin' courtside, Nicks and Nets, give me high five Jigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude, that I most definitely fall 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 The lights will inspire you, I always hear it You're welcome OG, I made you high Jigga Catch me at the X with OG 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 All are 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 ed, I got it made It's Jesus payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade Three dice, CeeLo, 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 where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York I'll make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you I'm in New York, New York, New York Lights is blindin', girls need blinders Take a step outta bounds, crook the sidelines Line with casualty, so sip the life casually Then gradually become worse, don't buy the apple We've caught up in the in crowd, now you're in style End of the winter 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 a 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, M.H.S. got you feelin' like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you a damn You're 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 The lights will inspire you We will take it from New York to 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 You're 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 The lights will inspire you We will take it from New York to New York Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba