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Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons! It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time Inspired by Keys' own life, the new musical features an original score by the 15-time Grammy-winning singer-songwriter and a book by Kristoffer Diaz (The Elaborate Entrance of Chad Deity). The [Verse 1] Weren't you the one that said that you don't want me anymore And how you need your space and give the keys back to your door And how I cried and tried and tried to make you stay with me Don't Give Up " is a song written by English rock musician Peter Gabriel and recorded as a duet with English singer Kate Bush for Gabriel's fifth solo studio album (1986). The single version was released as the second single from the album in the UK in 1986 and as the fifth single in the US in 1987. It spent eleven weeks in the UK Top 75 chart The Alicia Keys x Moncler Genius range takes the singer back to her New York roots, taking inspiration from the city’s dynamic energy and recognizable ’90s attire. naskah drama pendek 4 orang 2 perempuan 2 laki laki. [Chorus] New York City, please go easy on me tonight New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine 'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another New York City, please go easy on me [Verse 1] City of gods, city of dreams City where nothin' is ever what it seems They'll never take ya away from me 'Cause I see nothin' but infinity And I, I will love, I will love you wherever you are I've been wishin', wishin' on every star I believe, I believe that you're never far I'm beggin' you [Chorus] New York City, please go easy on me tonight New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine 'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another New York City, please go easy on me [Verse 2] Does it ever get easier? Does it ever start? Does it always end with a broken heart? Will you ever see me for all that I am? Have you already given all that you can? I'm beggin' you [Chorus] New York City, please go easy on me tonight (I'm beggin' you) New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine 'Cause I'm losin' my lover to the arms of another New York City, please go easy on me [Bridge] Don't leave me, go easy Go easy, go easy Don't leave me, go easy Go easy, go easy Don't leave me, go easy Go easy, go easy [Outro] New York City, please go easy on me (I'm beggin' you) I'm beggin' you YeahZwrotkaYea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCaright next to Deniro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano'sright there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stashbox, 560 State me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry'sCruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexusdrivin' so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai'ssittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high fiveNigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most defiinitely from....RefrenNewww Yooorrrkkkk, I'm becomin' where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't doout of Neww YooorrrrkkkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New York, New York,Neeeew YooorrrkkkkZwrotkaCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughbut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockAfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hopYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backfor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act8 million stories, out there in it nakedCity is a pity, half of y'all won't make itMe, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne WadeThree dice cee-lo, three card mollyLabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the Kingdome, I'm from the Empire St. that'sRefrenZwrotkaLights is blinding, girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines islined with casualties, who sip to life casuallythen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leafCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleEnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin outCity of sin, it's a pity on the windGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themMami took a bus trip, now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an AmbienRefrenPrzejścieOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all lookin' prettyNo place in the world that could comparePut your lighters in the airEverybody say "yeaaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaaa"RefrenYeahZwrotkaYea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCaright next to Deniro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano'sright there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stashbox, 560 State me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry'sCruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexusdrivin' so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai'ssittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high fiveNigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most defiinitely from....RefrenNewww Yooorrrkkkk, I'm becomin' where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't doout of Neww YooorrrrkkkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New York, New York,Neeeew YooorrrkkkkZwrotkaCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughbut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockAfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hopYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backfor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act8 million stories, out there in it nakedCity is a pity, half of y'all won't make itMe, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne WadeThree dice cee-lo, three card mollyLabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the Kingdome, I'm from the Empire St. that'sRefrenZwrotkaLights is blinding, girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines islined with casualties, who sip to life casuallythen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leafCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleEnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin outCity of sin, it's a pity on the windGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themMami took a bus trip, now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an AmbienRefrenPrzejścieOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all lookin' prettyNo place in the world that could comparePut your lighters in the airEverybody say "yeaaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaaa"RefrenJestem poza Brooklyn'em, teraz w środku TriBeCa Dokładnie tuż obok Deniro, ale na zawsze już chuliganem pozostanęJestem nowym Sinatrą i od kiedy stworzyłem to tutajMogę stworzyć to gdziekolwiek, bo oni kochają mnie wszędzie,Zwykłem kraść w Harlemie, wszyscy moi Dominikańczycy,właśnie tam na Broadway'u, zawieź mnie do tamtego McDonald'a,Włożyłem to do mojego StashBox'u na 560 State mnie w kuchni jak siostry Simmons z ich PastryWożąc się po 8th St. w białym Lexus'iejadąc tak powoli, pozdrowienia dla BK, która jest w Texasie,Jestem poza Bed-Stuy, domem tego chłopca Biggie'goteraz żyję na Billboard'ach i zabrałem swoich chłopców ze sobą,Powiedz ‘siema’ do Ty-Ty'a, nadal sączy mai tai?siedząc na courtside, Knicks & Nets* przybijcie piątkęNigga, siedziałem na courtside, mogłem sprawić żeby sędzia się potknąłmówiąc przez moje nastawienie, że jestem niewątpliwie z...Ref.:Nowy York, przybywam tam gdzie sny stają się rzeczywistościąNie ma rzeczy niemożliwych,Tu, w Nowym Yorku,Te ulice sprawią, że poczujesz się nowiusieńki,ogromne światła cię zainspirują,Usłyszmy to dla Nowego York'u, Nowego York'u, Nowego York'u,Znajdziesz mnie na Bronxie z OG na stadionie Jankesów,Cholera, przysporzyłem Jankesowi więcej sławy niż Jankes mógł mieć,Powinieneś wiedzieć, że krwawię na niebiesko, ale nie jestem jednak Crip'emale miałem gang Niggas, chadzając z moim klikiem,Witamy w tyglu, w kątach gdzie sprzedaże wstrząsają,Afryka Bambataa shit, dom hip-hop'u,żółta taksówka, taksówka biorąca pasażerów na lewo, taksówka za dolara, hejże dla cudzoziemców,to nie dla nich, oni zachowują się jakby zapomnieli jak powinni się zachowywać,8 milionów historii, w środku tego nagi,Miasto jest słabe, połowa z was nie zrobi tego,miałem wtyczkę, specjalna edycja ,I Got It Made'Jeśli Jeezy płaci Lebronowi, ja płacę Dwayne Wade,Trzy kostki Cee-Lo, trzy karty Molly,parada święta pracy, spoczywaj w pokoju Bob'ie Marley'u,Statua wolności, długiego życia World Trade,długiego życia Kingdome, jestem z Empire oślepiają, dziewczyny potrzebują olśniewać,więc oni muszą kroczyć szybko po granicy, linie bocznesą na podszewce z ofiar, które sączą życie mimochodem,wtedy stopniowo stają się gorsze, nie gryź liścia jabłoni,nadrabiając stratę w dobrym towarzystwie, teraz jesteś w modzie,koniec mroźnej zimy, a ty wystrojony, lekko ubranyMiasto grzechu, wieje słabościągrzeczne dziewczynki stają się złe, miasto wypełnia się nimi,Mami wziął je na wycieczkę autobusową, skoro pokazała swój biust,Każdy po niej jedzie, jak na trasie autobusowej,,Zdrowaś Mario' do miasta, jesteś dziewicą,i Jezus nie mógł cię uratować, bo gdy kończy się kościół, zaczyna się życiePrzybądź tu do szkoły, przejdź do światowego życia,Piłkarze, raperzy, uzależnieni od blasku sławy,MDMA sprawi, że poczujesz się jak mistrz,Miasto nigdy nie śpi, wiec jeśli chcesz zasnąć łyknij AmbienAlicia Keys:Jedna ręka w powietrzu dla dużego miasta,Latarnie uliczne, wielkie sny, wszystko wygląda ładnie,Nie ma miejsca na świecie, które mogłoby mu dorównać,Wznieście swoje zapalniczki w powietrze,Każdy mówi: "yeaaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaaa"SŁOWNIK ()TriBeCa- chyba chodzi tu o całkiem przyjemną terenóweczkę od SubaruStashBox -tajna skrytka na niewielkich rozmiarów przedmiotySiostry Simmons- córki Josepha “Rev Run” Simmons’a sprzedają buty o nazwie ‘pastry’, ich rodzina występuje w reality show Run’s House na MTVBK- Beyonce KnowlesBed-Stuy- dzielnica BrooklynuCourtside- miejsce znajdujące się tak blisko parkietu (na meczu kosza), że gdy wystawi się nogę można kopnąć sędziegoKnicks & Nets- drużyny koszykarskieNigga- bo brzmi lepiej niż ‘czarnuch’OG- tu mam problem, ale możliwe, że chodzi o ‘original gangsta’Krwawi na niebiesko, bo nowojorskie drużyny mają niebieskie barwy, ale nie jest częścią gangu ‘Crip’, którego kolorem też jest niebieskiJeśli Jeezy płaci Lebronowi, ja płacę Dwayne Wade- odnosi się do słów innego rapera Jeezy’ego, infomuje, że on (Jay-Z) płaci za kilogram kokainykoniec mroźnej zimy, a ty wystrojony, lekko ubrany- tak, żeby wyglądać dobrze w ‘Vouge’Ambien- to, co prawdopodobnie spowodowało zgon Jokera [Jay-Z]yeahYeah I'm out that I'm down in next to DeNiroBut I'll be hood foreverI'm the new SinatraAnd since I made it hereI can make it anywhere(Yeah they love me everywhere)I used to cop in HarlemAll of my Dominicanos (Hey yo)Right there off of BroadwayBrought me back to that McDonaldsTook it to my stash spot560 State StreetCatch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping PastryCruising down 8th streetOff-white LexusDriving so slow(but BK, it's from Texas!!)Me I'm out that BedStuyHome of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboardand I brought my boys with meSay what up to Ta-taStill sipping Mai TaisSitting courtsideKnicks and Nets give me high-5Nga, I be Spiked outI could trip a referee...tell by my attitude that I'm MOST DEFINITELY FROM...[Alicia Keys]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[Jay-Z]I made you hot n-gga,Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can,you should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho,but I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though,welcome to the melting pot,corners where we selling rocks,Afrika bambaataa sh-t,home of the hip hop,yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back,for foreigners it ain't fitted act like they forgot how to act,8 million stories out there and they're naked,city it's a pity half of y'all won't make it,me I gotta plug a special and I got it made,If Jeezy's payin LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade,3 dice cee-lo3 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 thats[Alicia Keys]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,the lights will inspire you,Let's hear it for New York, New York, New YorkWelcome to the bright light..[Jay-Z]Lights is blinding,girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick,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 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[Alicia Keys]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[Alicia Keys]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 yeaaahhcome on, come,yeah,[Alicia Keys]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 YeahZwrotkaYea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCaright next to Deniro, but I'll be hood foreverI'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhereI used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano'sright there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald'sTook it to my stashbox, 560 State me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry'sCruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexusdrivin' so slow, but BK is from TexasMe, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai'ssittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high fiveNigga I be Spike'd out, Iould trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most defiinitely from....RefrenNewww Yooorrrkkkk, I'm becomin' where dreams are made ofThere's nothin' you can't doout of Neww YooorrrrkkkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youLet's hear it for New York, New York,Neeeew YooorrrkkkkZwrotkaCatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee gameShit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee canYou should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughbut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockAfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hopYellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backfor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act8 million stories, out there in it nakedCity is a pity, half of y'all won't make itMe, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne WadeThree dice cee-lo, three card mollyLabor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob MarleyStatue of Liberty, long live the World TradeLong live the Kingdome, I'm from the Empire St. that'sRefrenZwrotkaLights is blinding, girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines islined with casualties, who sip to life casuallythen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leafCaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleEnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin outCity of sin, it's a pity on the windGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themMami took a bus trip, now she got her bust outEverybody ride her, just like a bus routeHail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endCame here for school, graduated to the high lifeBall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelightMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an AmbienRefrenPrzejścieOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all lookin' prettyNo place in the world that could comparePut your lighters in the airEverybody say "yeaaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaaa"Refren [Jay-Z]yeahYeah I'm out that I'm down in next to DeNiroBut I'll be hood foreverI'm the new SinatraAnd since I made it hereI can make it anywhere(Yeah they love me everywhere)I used to cop in HarlemAll of my Dominicanos (Hey yo)Right there off of BroadwayBrought me back to that McDonaldsTook it to my stash spot560 State StreetCatch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping PastryCruising down 8th streetOff-white LexusDriving so slow(but BK, it's from Texas!!)Me I'm out that BedStuyHome of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboardand I brought my boys with meSay what up to Ta-taStill sipping Mai TaisSitting courtsideKnicks and Nets give me high-5Nga, I be Spiked outI could trip a referee...tell by my attitude that I'm MOST DEFINITELY FROM...[Alicia Keys]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[Jay-Z]I made you hot n-gga,Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can,you should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho,but I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though,welcome to the melting pot,corners where we selling rocks,Afrika bambaataa sh-t,home of the hip hop,yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back,for foreigners it ain't fitted act like they forgot how to act,8 million stories out there and they're naked,city it's a pity half of y’all won’t make it,me I gotta plug a special and I got it made,If Jeezy's payin LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade,3 dice cee-lo3 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 thats…[Alicia Keys]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,the lights will inspire you,Let's hear it for New York, New York, New YorkWelcome to the bright light..[Jay-Z]Lights is blinding,girls need blindersso they can step out of bounds quick,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 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[Alicia Keys]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[Alicia Keys]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 yeaaahhcome on, come,yeah,[Alicia Keys]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 Tekst piosenki: Empire state of mind (New York) Teskt oryginalny: zobacz tłumaczenie › Tłumaczenie: zobacz tekst oryginalny › Oooh oooh, New York (2x)Grew up in a town,That is famous as a place of movie scenesNoise is always loudThere are sirenes all aroundAnd the streets are meanIf I could make it hereI could make it anywhereThat's what they saySeeing my face in lightsOr my name in marquees found down BroadwayEven if it ain't all it seemsI got a pocketful of dreamsBaby, I'm fromNew York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothing you can't doNow you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youHear it for New York, New York, New YorkOn the avenue, there ain't never a curfewLadies work so hardSuch a melting pot on the corner selling rockPreachers pray to GodHail a gypsy cabTakes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn BridgeSomeone sleeps tonight with a hungerFor more than from an empty fridgeI'm going to make it by any meansI got a pocketful of dreamsBaby, I'm fromNew York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothing you can't doNow you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youHear it for New York, New York, New YorkOne hand in the air for the big cityStreet lights, big dreams, all looking prettyNo place in the world that can comparedPut your lighters in the airEverybody say yeah, yeah yeaahNew York, concrete jungle where dreams are made ofThere's nothing you can't doNow you're in New YorkThese streets will make you feel brand newBig lights will inspire youHear it for New York Brak tłumaczenia! Songs In A Minor (10th Anniversary Edition) 24-06-2011 Streets Of New York Оригинален текст (feat. Nas & Rakim)Nas (Alicia Keys)Nasty, yeah, yeah (New York, New York)Hey yo black it's time again, yeah, yeah(New York, New York)Come here, yeah, yeah(New York, New York)Hey yo black it's time("yeah, yeah, hey yo black it's time" - continues throughout song)NasIf you knew my streetsYou would know all everybody talk about is who got beefWho snitchin, who told policeWho came home, who still gone, who restin in peaceNow they killin over music money, not drugs, rap replaced itCause thugs with no brains got no patienceNew jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickinMusician and flatten compositionA pain, I'm like Saddam HusseinStill alive lookin at his dead children's burnt remainsI burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lessonYour crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weaponsThe P's breathe Warriorz and skullies and TimmiesAround mixed, spics, and giddiesFrom my ghetto kings in deep thought we don't blinkBut don't think we wastin our timeIt's a New York State of MindChorus #1 - Alicia KeysNew York, New York, New YorkNew York City, whoa ohNew York, New York, New YorkNew York City, babyAlicia KeysIt's like a jungle, out hereSo much struggle, out hereAnd my dream's still unphasedGreed still the cousin of deathAlways feels like always somethin farther timeIn the Streets of New York(New York state of mind, New York State of mind)Alicia KeysAll I see is street homesAnd who it's holdin, our peopleOnly comforts the brainIt's like I'm going insaneThe revolution has to start, don't waste no timeIn the Streets of New York(New York state of mind, New York state of mind)C'monChorus #2 - Alicia KeysNew York, New York, New York, New York ohState of mind (New York City)New York, New York, New York, New York ohState of crime (New York City)New York, New York, New York, New York ohBig dreams (New York City)New York, New York, New York, New York ohBig schemesAlicia KeysOh, break the gameJust ain't the sameBaby loves and girls with no shameCan't get away (get away), epidemic plagueEvery hood in every stateDon't have no reasons cause relieve is hard to findBreak - Alicia KeysIn the streets of New York (New York state of mind) - 4X("New York state of mind" is also repeated in background*)RakimI'm from the home of a million legends and trend settinA lot of footsteps to follow, I've been steppinMind stressin tryin to find a record crime shreddinTime precious, I ain't have rest since nine elevenI live fast, hustle like today is my lastI get cash, the struggle's like a day on the bein raw, gats squeezin offManhattan squeezin off, from cats who tease with warThe eve of the Apocalypse, evil keep movin politicsEvery block is at risk, the metropolitan metropolisThe opposite of Liza Minelli and Frank SinatraAlicia Keys, Nas and Ra the gangsta's operaSo New York City walk with me, talk grittyIt's up to us New York it's our cityHere the man come with the anthem, hands upIt's time the thrill is back New York, let's stand upChorus - w/ ad libsRakim - talking behind ChorusOh yeah, crucial KeysYour God Rakim AllahNew York City, Nasty NasA. 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