作词 : JAY-Z

作曲 : JAY-Z

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, hola my Dominicans

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 Billboards, and I brought my boys with me

Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai

Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives

*****, 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, *****)

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

****, 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 ****** walking with my clique, though

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock

Afrika Bambaataa ****, 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, 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 Jeezy 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, end of 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

**** 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