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"Empire State of Mind" by Jay-Z

Glee fucked this song up. The original is the only way to go.

"Yeah, yeah,
I'm up at 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
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 whippin' pastry

Crusin' down 8th street, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me.

Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tai
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high-fives
Nigga, I be spiked out. I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from...

New York. Concrete jungle that 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. Lets hear it for New York,
New York,
New York.

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game.
Shit, 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 niggas walkin' with my clique, though

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we're sellin' rock.
Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop.
Yellow cab, Gypsy cab, Dollar cab, holla back.
For foreigners that ain't fifty, they act like they forgot how to act.

Eight million stories out there and they're naked.
City's a pity, half of ya'll won't make it.
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jesus playin' Lebron, I'm playin' 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
Love live the Kingdom, I'm from the Empire State that's...

New York. Concrete jungle that 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. Lets 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 sippin' 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 city's 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
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

New York. Concrete jungle that 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. Lets hear it for New York,
New York,
New York.

One hand in the air for the big city.
Street lights, big dreams all lookin' pretty.
No place in the world can compare.
Throw your lighters in the air, everybody say
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

In New York. Concrete jungle that 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. Lets hear it for New York,
New York,
New York."

Avatar fraz
10-10-10 15:10
glee fucks everything up. Christ, I hate that show.
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