Jay-z - Pretty Lights (Empire State of Mind Remix) lyrics

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Jay-z - Pretty Lights (Empire State of Mind Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Biggie] It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smoking weed and Bambu, sipping on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin Duke? duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wa**up) I'm blowing up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood (that's right) It's all good (it's all good) [Hook: Alicia Keys] New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh 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 Let's hear it for New York [Verse 2: Biggie] I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moet and Alizé keep me pissy Girls used to diss me Now they write letters cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like bu*ter play toast From the Mississippi down to the east coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Living life without fear Putting 5 karats in my baby girl's ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Like a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley They said you'd murk me, by the time I was twenty one That sh** disturbed me, but you never hurt me Hello Brooklyn, if we had a daughter Guess what I'm a call her, Brooklyn Carter When I left you for Virginia, it didn't offend ya Cause you know I only stepped out to get dinner And I'm eating, so much I bought extra So much so the dinners now turn into breakfast I only roll Lexus, to hug your road I love your corners, I'm half your soul [Hook]

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