[Ver1:]
Yeah
Yeah i'm out that brooklyn
Now i'm down in tribeca
Right next to deniro
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 dominicanos (hey yo)
Right there off of broadway
Brought me back to that mcdonalds
Took it to my stash spot
560 state street
Catch me in the kitchen like simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th street
Off-white lexus
Driving so slow
(but bk, it's from texas)
Me i'm out that bedstuy
Home of that boy biggie
Now i live on billboard
And i brought my boys with me
Say what up to ta-ta
Still sipping mai tais
Sitting courtside
Knicks and nets give me high-5
N**ga, i be spiked out
I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that i'm most definitely from.

[Chorus:]
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
Let's hear it for new york, new york, new york
(welcome to the bright light).

[Ver2:]
I made you hot n-gga
Catch me at the x with og at a yankee game
Sh-t i made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can
You should know i bleed blue, but i ain't a crip tho
But i got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot
Corners where we selling rocks
Afrika bambaataa sh-t
Home of the hip hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fitted act like they forgot how to act
8 million stories out there and they're naked
City it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me i gotta plug a special and i got it made
If jeezy's payin lebron, i'm paying dwayne wade
3 dice cee-lo
3 card marley
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 thats.

[Ver3:]
Lights is blinding
Girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The side lines is blind with casualties
Who sip the lite casually, then gradually become worse
Don't bite the apple eve
Caught up in the in crowd
Now you're in-style
And in 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 city's filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail mary to the city your 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
Mdma got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a ambien.

[Bridge:]
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 yeaaahh
Come on, come
Yeah.