Yeah I’mma up at Brooklyn,
Now I’m down in Tribeca,
Right next to De Niro,
But I’ll be hood forever,
I’m the new Sinatra,
And since I made it here,
People love me everywhere
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 McDonalds,
Took it to my stash spot,
5-60 State street,
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping Pastry, [bad word] down 8th street,
Off white Lexus,
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas,
Me I’m up at Bedsty,
Home of that boy Biggie,
Now I live on billboard,
And I brought my boys with me,
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Mai-tai
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives,
Call me I be Spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…

 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,
Now you’re in New York, New York, New York

Catch me at the X with OG I’m at a Yankee game,
Yeah I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can,
You should know I bleed Blue, but I’m not a crip tho,
But I got a gang of people rolling with my clique though, [bad word] to the melting pot,
Corners where we selling rocks,
Afrika bambaataa stuff,
Home of the hip hop,
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 and their naked,
Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it,
Me I gotta plug Special Ed and I got it made,
If Jeezy’s payin’ LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade,
Three dice cee-lo
Three card Monte,
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 of…

 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,
Now you’re in New York, New York, New York

Lights is blinding,
Girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick,
The side lines is blind with casualties,
Sipping life casually, then gradually [bad word] 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 cities 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 you’re a Virgin,
And Jesus can’t save your 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 take an Ambien

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,
Now you’re in New York, New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
No place in the World that [bad word] 
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh
Say 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,
Now you’re in New York, New York, New York.