State Of Mind - Deniro

Yea 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, yea, they love me everywhere

I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano’s

right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald’s

Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.

catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry’s

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’s up to Ty-Ty, still sippin’mai tai’s

sittin’courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five

Nigga I be Spike’d out, I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I’m most definitely from…

New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There’s nothin’you can’t do

out of 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

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 for, they act like they forgot how to act

8 million stories, out there in it 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 molly

Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley

Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade

Long live the Kingdome, I’m from the Empire St. that’s

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

so they can step out of bounds quic

The side lines is blind with casualties,

Who sip the lite casually, then gradually become 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 city’s 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 your 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 feeling like a champion,

The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien

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,

The lights will inspire you,

Let’s hear it for 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 can compare,

Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh

Come on, come, yeah,

New York!!!

Concrete jungle