[Jay-Z]Yeah, yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TribecaRight next to De Niro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, hola, my dominicanosRight there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stash spot, 560 State StreetCatch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastryCruisin' down 8th street, off-white LexusDrivin' so slow, but BK is from TexasMe? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy BiggieNow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai TaisSittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fivesNigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

[Alicia Keys & Jay-Z]In New York (ayy, aha)Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't do (yeah)Now you're in New York (aha, aha, aha)These streets will make you feel brand-new (new)Big lights will inspire you (come on)Let's hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG)New York, New York(I made you hot, nigga)

[Jay-Z]Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip, thoughBut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rocksAfrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hopYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backFor foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to addEight million stories out there in the nakedCity, it's a pity half of y'all won't make itMe? I gotta plug Special Ed, I got it madeIf Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane WadeThree dice Cee Lo, three card MonteLabor Day Parade rest in peace, Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the king, yo I'm from the Empire State, that's

[Alicia Keys & Jay-Z]In New York (ayy)Concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't do (that boy good)Now you're in New York (welcome to the bright light, baby)These streets will make you feel brand-newBig lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New YorkNew York, New York

[Jay-Z]Lights is blinding, girls need blindersSo they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines isLined with casualties who sip the life casuallyThen gradually become worse don't bite the apple, EveCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-styleAnd when winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin outThe city of sin is a pity on a whimGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themMami took a bus trip, now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endsCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien

[Alicia Keys & Jay-Z]In New York (ayy, ah) (uh, yeah)Concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't do (okay)Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)These streets will make you feel brand-newBig lights will inspire you (okay)Let's hear it for New YorkNew York (yeah), New York (uh)

[Alicia Keys]One hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all lookin' prettyNo place in the world that could comparePut your lighters in the air, everybody say, yeah, yeah (come on, come on)Yeah, yeah (come on)

In New York (oh, oh)Concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't do (okay)Now you're in New York (yeah)These streets will make you feel brand-newBig lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New YorkNew York (yeah), New York (uh)