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Yeah they love me everywhere
Right there up on Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonald's
Catch me in the kitchen like the Simmons whippin' pastry
Driving so slow but B.K. is from Texas
And I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga I be spiked out; I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from...
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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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 selling rock
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair they act like they forgot how to add
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me I gotta plug Special Ed "I got it made"
If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
Labor Day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
I'm from the Empire State that's...
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Welcome to the bright light...
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Or they can step out of bounds quick
The sidelines is lined with casualties
Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse
Caught up in the in crowd
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, 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
Ballplayers, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
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Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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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
chorus
Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Writer(s): Bert Keyes, Sylvia Robinson, Janet Andrea Sewell, Alicia Augello Cook, Alexander William Shuckburgh, Shawn C. Carter, Angela Ann Hunte