Empire State of Mind

[ARTIE]

Yeah

Yeah, I'm out that 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

I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere

[FINN]

I used to cop in Harlem – all of my Dominicanos

Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's

Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street

Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries

[PUCK & NEW DIRECTIONS]

Cruisin' down 8th Street, 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 & Nets give me high five

Jigga, I be spiked out (Come on), I could trip a referee (Come on)

Tell by my attitude (Come on) that I'm most definitely from...

[NEW DIRECTIONS, RACHEL & PUCK]

In New York (Ayy, aha)

Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah)

Now you're in New York (You're in New York) (Aha, aha, aha)

These streets will make you feel brand-new (New)

Big lights will inspire you (Come on)

Let's hear it for New York (You're welcome, OG)

New York, New York (I made you hot, jigga)

[FINN & MERCEDES]

(Ooh) Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Dude, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can (Oh-oh-oh) You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a Crip though

But I got a gang of brothers walkin' with my clique though

(Oh-oh-ooh) Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock

Afrika Bambaataa, 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

[PUCK, MERCEDES & NEW DIRECTIONS]

(Oh-ooh-oh, oh) Eight million stories out there in the naked

City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it

(Oh-oh-oh) Me? I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"

If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade

(Oh-oh-ooh) Three dice Cee Lo, three card Molly

Labor Day Parade – rest in peace Bob Marley

(Oh-oh-oh) Statue of Liberty (Yeah), long live the World Trade

Long live the Kingdom – (Yeah) I'm from the Empire State, that's...

[NEW DIRECTIONS, RACHEL, PUCK & MERCEDES]

In New York (Ayy)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good) (Mercedes: You can't do, oh)

Now you're in New York (You're in New York)

(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)

These streets will make you feel brand-new (New, brand-new)

Big lights will inspire you (Oh, oh)

Let's hear it for New York

New York, New York (Yeah)

[ARTIE & MERCEDES]

(Ooh) Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

So they can step out of bounds quick, the side (Oh-ooh-oh) lines is

Lined with casualties who sip the life casually

Then gradually become worse – (Oh, oh) 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 (Oh-ooh-oh) skin out

City of sin is a pity on the whim

Good girls gone bad, the city's filled (Ooh, ooh) with them

[FINN, MERCEDES & NEW DIRECTIONS]

Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out

Everybody ride her, just like a (Oh, oh) bus route

"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin

And Jesus can't save you, life starts (Yeah, yeah, yeah) when the church end

Came here for school, graduated to the high life

Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight

(Oh-ooh-oh) Dub, MHS (Yeah) got you feelin' like a champion

(Ooh-oh) The city never sleeps (Yeah), better slip you an Ambien

[NEW DIRECTIONS, RACHEL, MERCEDES & FINN]

In New York (Finn: In, in, uh) (Yeah)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Made)

There's nothin' you can't do (You can't do)

Now you're in New York (You're in New York) (Yeah, yeah)

These streets will make you feel brand-new (New)

Big lights will inspire you (You)

Let's hear it for New York

New York (New York), New York (Yeah)

[MERCEDES & NEW DIRECTIONS]

One hand in the air for the big city

Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty

No place in the world that could compare

Put your lighters in the air

Everybody say, "Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on)

"Yeah, yeah"

[NEW DIRECTIONS & MERCEDES]

In New York (New York)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)

There's nothin' you can't do

Now you're in New York (New York, New York)

These streets will make you feel brand-new (Brand-new)

Big lights will inspire you (Inspire you)

Let's hear it for New York (New York)

New York (New York), New York (New York)