jay z ft beyonce on the run official videort 2

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 I used to cop in Harlem – hola, my Dominicanos ( Dimelo!) Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry 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 and Nets give me high fives Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from In New York ( Ayy, aha) (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 ( Aha, aha, aha) (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 welcome, OG) (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) ( I made you hot, nigga)

Jay z ft beyonce on the run official videort 2