Yeah, yeah I'm out that Brooklyn
Now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to the Nero
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 De mi Nicanos
Right there up on Broadway
Pulled 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
Cruisin' down 8th Street,
off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out there bad style,
home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard,
and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Tata,
still sittin' my type
Sittin' courtside,
Nixonettes give me high five
Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude
that I'm most definitely from New
York
I made you high, nigga
Catch me at the X with OG
at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat
more famous than the Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue,
but I ain't a crypto
But I got a gang of niggas
walkin' with my clique, though
Welcome to the melting pot,
corners where we sellin' rock
Africa been by the shit,
home of the hip -hop
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cap,
hollaback
For foreigners, it ain't fair,
they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories,
out there in the naked
City, it's a pity half a yard won't make it
Me, I got a plug,
special where I got it made it
Jesus payin' LeBron,
I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
Three dice, Cee -Lo, three 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
In New York, concrete jungle where
dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do,
now you're in New York
Yeah, 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
Or they could step out
of bounds quick
The sidelines is lined with casualties
Who sip the life casually
then gradually become worse
Don't fight the Apple Eve,
caught up in the in crowd
Now you're in style, Anna,
the winter gets cold
In vogue with your skin out, city of sin
It's a pity on a whim,
good girls gone bad
The city's filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip,
now she got a must 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 end
Came here for school,
graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars,
addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
In the city, never sleep,
better slip, you a ambient
In yeah
Concrete jungle where dreams
are made of
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York, yeah
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York
In New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Streetlights, 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
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
The Young'uns 
