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[Primeira Parte] E Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to DeNiro, But I’ll be hood forever A7M I’m the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere E I used to cop in Harlem, all of my dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's A7M Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry E Cruising down 8th street, off white Lexus Driving so slow but BK is from Texas A7M Me I’m up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me E Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta Sitting court-side Knicks and Nets give me high fives Bb N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from [Refrão] A7M In New York E Concrete jungle where dreams are made of B There's nothing you can’t do A7M Now you’re in New York E These streets will make you feel brand new B The lights will inspire you A7M Let's here it for New York, New York, New York [Segunda Parte] I made you hot n-gga E Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can A7M You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though E Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop A7M Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act E Eight million stories out there and their naked Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it A7M Me I gotta plug a special and i got it made If Jesus payin' LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade Three dice Cee-Lo, three card marley Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Bb Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the king yo, I’m from the Empire State that's [Refrão] A7M In New York E Concrete jungle where dreams are made of B There's nothing you can’t do A7M Now you’re in New York E These streets will make you feel brand new B The lights will inspire you A7M Let's here it for New York, New York, New York [Terceira Parte] E Lights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is A7M Blind with casualties,who sipping life casually Then gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple Eve E Caught up in the in crowd, now your in-style And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out A7M The city of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them E Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route A7M Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin And Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church ends E Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight G# Mdma got you feeling like a champion The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien [Refrão] A7M In New York E Concrete jungle where dreams are made of B There's nothing you can’t do A7M Now you’re in New York E These streets will make you feel brand new B The lights will inspire you A7M Let's here it for New York, New York, New York [Ponte] A One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty B No place in the World that can compare C#m G# Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah Come on, come, yeah [Refrão] A7M In New York E Concrete jungle where dreams are made of B There's nothing you can’t do A7M Now you’re in New York E These streets will make you feel brand new B The lights will inspire you A7M Let's here it for New York, New York, New York