Empire State Of Mind
Jay-Z and Biggie Lyrics
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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, hola, my Dominicanos (dรญmelo)
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that 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 Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee (come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new (new)
Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG) (come on)
New York (yeah), New York (uh) (I made you hot, nigga)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then 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 sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, 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 act
Eight million stories, out there in the naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' Lebron, I'm payin' 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 (come on, come on, come on)
Long live the king yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (come on)
New York (yeah), New York (uh)
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip the 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
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 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 end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion (come on, come on, come on)
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
In New York (ayy, oh) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (come on)
New York (yeah), New York (uh)
One hand in the air for the big city (uh)
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (uh)
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air everybody say
"Yeah, yeah" (come on, come on, come on)
"Yeah, yeah"
In New York (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York (come on)
New York (yeah), New York (uh)
The lyrics to Jay-Z and Biggie's song "Empire State of Mind" reflect the idea that one can make it big in New York City if they work hard enough. The song talks about the struggles and challenges that come with living in the city, yet highlights the potential for success and the hope that comes with it. The lyrics are autobiographical in nature, as Jay-Z and Biggie both grew up in Brooklyn and faced their own challenges to become successful rappers. The references to famous New York City landmarks, such as the Statue of Liberty and the World Trade Center, add to the theme of the song and showcase the pride that New Yorkers have for their city.
The lyrics also mention the melting pot of cultures in New York City, referencing Afrika Bambataa and the birthplace of hip-hop, as well as the Dominican influence in Harlem. They also touch on the darker side of the city, mentioning casualties and the dangers of falling into the wrong crowd. Overall, the lyrics of "Empire State of Mind" convey a message of perseverance and determination, despite the challenges that come with being a New Yorker.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah
Excitement to begin the song
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
I've moved from Brooklyn to live in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever
Even though I'm now living next to DeNiro, I'll always represent the hood
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I'm the new Sinatra and now that I've made it to the top of my game here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
Since I'm loved everywhere, I can make it anywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dรญmelo)
I used to buy drugs in Harlem from my Dominican connections
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
While on Broadway, I remembered the McDonald's where I stashed my drugs
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
I took the drugs to my stash box at 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
You can find me in the kitchen like Russell Simmons, cooking up hits
Cruisin' down 8th St, off-white Lexus
Driving down 8th Street in my off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
I may be driving slowly, but I represent Brooklyn as if we're from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
I'm from Bed-Stuy, the same place as Biggie Smalls
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
I now live on the Billboard charts and brought my team with me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Shout out to Ty-Ty, still enjoying Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Sitting courtside at basketball games, getting high fives from the Knicks and Nets players
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee (come on, come on, come on)
I'm dressed in Spike Lee gear and could trip a referee in excitement
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
My attitude shows that I'm definitely from
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
New York City is a place where anyone can achieve their dreams
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
In New York, there's nothing you can't accomplish
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Welcome to New York
These streets will make you feel brand new (new)
The city will make you feel refreshed and new
Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay)
The bright lights will inspire you to pursue your dreams
Let's hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG) (come on)
Let's give it up for New York
New York (yeah), New York (uh) (I made you hot, nigga)
I made New York hot
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
You can find me with OG at a Yankees game at the X
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
I made the Yankee hat more famous than the Yankees themselves
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
I love the Yankees, but I'm not a member of the Crips gang
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
I have a lot of people walking with me
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Welcome to the melting pot, where we sell drugs on the street corners
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
New York City is the birthplace of hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
All types of cabs are available here, just holler back to get their attention
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act
For non-locals, it's hard to act accordingly when you're unfamiliar with the culture
Eight million stories, out there in the naked
There are countless stories in the city waiting to be told
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
The city can be harsh, and not everyone makes it here
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed 'I Got It Made'
I have a connection to Special Ed's 'I Got It Made'
If Jeezy's payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
If Jeezy is able to pay LeBron James, I can afford to pay Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Playing gambling games like Cee-lo and three-card Monte on the streets
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Celebrating Labor Day and paying respect to Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (come on, come on, come on)
Celebrating the Statue of Liberty and World Trade Center
Long live the king yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
Long live the king, I'm from the Empire State
One hand in the air for the big city (uh)
Raising one hand up for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (uh)
The street lights add to the beauty of the big dreams we all have
No place in the world that could compare
There's no city in the world that can compare to New York
Put your lighters in the air everybody say
Hold your lighters up and repeat after me
'Yeah, yeah' (come on, come on, come on)
Saying 'yeah, yeah' together
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
The lights are so bright that girls need to wear blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
The sidelines are dangerous, so they need to stay in bounds
Lined with casualties, who sip the life casually
The streets are full of people who casually sip the dangerous lifestyle they lead
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
They gradually get worse, like Eve who bit the forbidden apple
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
Being caught up in popular culture makes you fit in
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
Even when it's cold at the end of the year, people still dress fashionably with their skin showing
City of sin, it's a pity on a whim
The city's reputation for sinful behavior is a pity
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
The city is full of girls who used to be good but turned bad
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
A woman took a bus trip and now she's monetarily well off
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Everyone is taking advantage of her like a bus route
'Hail Mary' to the city, you're a virgin
Asking for help from the city, which is like a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
If Jesus can't save you, then life doesn't truly start until the church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Came to New York for school, but graduated into an extravagant lifestyle
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
Famous people like ball players and rappers are addicted to being in the spotlight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion (come on, come on, come on)
MDMA makes you feel like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
The city never sleeps, so you better take an Ambien to fall asleep
New York (yeah), New York (uh)
New York City
Big lights will inspire you
The big lights will motivate you to fulfill your dreams
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alexander William Shuckburgh, Alicia J Augello-Cook, Shawn C Carter, Angela Hunte, Bert Keyes, Sylvia Robinson, Janette Sewell
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@koalani
Thanks for keeping this up on youtube. Still one of the best mashups ever. Love coming back to it!
@renzojosephcornelioampuero992
Yep
@codexmachina1358
Bro idek if u know the pain. It was flagged down for years. We tried to keep it up on fucking *daily motion*. Idfk what changed but here we are, let's bang
@mobbinhard42
the first time i heard this i couldn't get the smile off of my face. the way the beat perfectly synchronizes to the lyrics, and in unique rhythms...this shit is just too sick!
@patricks2088
Terminal 5 NYC
@Ninja_Gamer-od2qw
I can finally watch this video again
@Handlehandle333
Same here
@maxaeschlimann7700
YESSSSSS! I know I wasnโt going crazy. Glad itโs back
@joshuahatami5491
Found this song my Freshman year of college, here we are 10 years later.
@betoncity2008
New York deserves this mix. I love the lyrics mashup... just needed!!