Yeah,yeah, I'm out there in Brooklyn.Now I'm down in Tribeca,right next to the Nero,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 Demi Nicanos right there up on Broadway.Pulled me back to that McDonald's,took it to my Snatch spot,560 State Street.Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastryCruising down A street,off white Lexus Driving so slow but BK is from TexasMe and my bed,Bed-Stuy, home of that boy BiggieNow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay what up to Tata,still tipping my tiesSitting court side, Nixonettes give me high fiveI be spiked out,I could trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I most definitely from New YorkConcrete down low with dreams in betaThere's nothing you can't doNow you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newNew lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New York,New York,New YorkCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameThat made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee caneYou should know I bleed blue,but I ain't a cryptoBut I got a gang and walking with my clique thoughWelcome to the melting pot,corners where we sellingAfrica been bought it,home of the hip hopYellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cap, holla back For foreigners it ain't fair,they act like they forgot how to actEight million stories, out there in the nakedCity is a pity hat,but y'all won't make itMe I got a plug,special where I got it madeIf Jesus paying LeBron,I'm paying to Wayne WadeWe die Cee-Lo,three card Molly, 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...♪ I'm great young girl with dreams I'm made of.♪ There's nothing you can't do.Okay.♪ Now you're in New York,yeah.Welcome to the bright light,baby.We'll make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New York,New York,New YorkLights is blinding, curves need blinders So take a step outta bounds quickThe sidelines is lined with casualties Who sip the life casually then gradually becomeworse Don't bite the apple,Eve Caught up in the in crowd,now you're in style And in the winter gets cold in voguewith your skin out.City of sin is a pity on a whim.Good girls gone bad,the city's filled with them.Mommy took a bus trip,now she got a bus stop.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.Ballplayers,rap stars addicted to the limelight.Empty in Maine,got you feeling like a champion.Thecity never sleeps better slip you aambient in New Yorkconcrete jungle where dreams aremade of there's nothing you can't donow you're in New Yorkthese streets will make you feel brand newbig lights will inspireyou let's hear itIt's New York, New York,New YorkOne hand in the air for the big cityStreetlights, big dreams, all looking prettyNo place in the world I could comparePut your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah,yeahCome on,come on, yeah, yeah In New YorkI'm big yungo with dreams in Veda There's nothing you can't doNow you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new