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Empire State Of Mind by Jay-z
Empire State Of Mind
Capo 2
E
Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, But I’ll be hood forever
Amaj7
I’m the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
E
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Amaj7
Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
E
Cruising down 8th street, off white Lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Amaj7
Me I’m up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie
Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me
E
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta
Sitting court-side Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Bb
N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from
Chorus:
Amaj7
In New York
E
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can’t do
Amaj7
Now you’re in New York
E
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Amaj7
Let's here it for New York, New York, New York
I made you hot n-gga
E
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
Amaj7
You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho
But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though
E
welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks
Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop
Amaj7
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act
E
Eight million stories out there and their naked
Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it
Amaj7
Me I gotta plug a special and i got it made
If Jesus payin' LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade
Three dice Cee-Lo, three card marley
Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Bb
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king yo, I’m from the Empire State that's
Chorus
E
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Amaj7
Blind with casualties,who sipping life casually
Then gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple Eve
E
Caught up in the in crowd, now your in-style
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
Amaj7
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them
E
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Amaj7
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin
And Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church ends
E
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
G#
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
Chorus
A
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
B
No place in the World that can compare
C#m G#
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah
Come on, come, yeah
Chorus
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No Capo Version
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F#
Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, But I’ll be hood forever
Bmaj7
I’m the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
F#
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Bmaj7
Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
F#
Cruising down 8th street, off white Lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Bmaj7
Me I’m up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie
Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me
F#
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta
Sitting court-side Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Bb
N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from
Chorus:
Bmaj7
In New York
F#
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can’t do
Bmaj7
Now you’re in New York
F#
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Bmaj7
Let's here it for New York, New York, New York
I made you hot n-gga
F#
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
Bmaj7
You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho
But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though
F#
welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks
Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop
Bmaj7
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act
F#
Eight million stories out there and their naked
Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it
Bmaj7
Me I gotta plug a special and i got it made
If Jesus payin' LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade
Three dice Cee-Lo, three card marley
Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Bb
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king yo, I’m from the Empire State that's
Chorus
F#
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Bmaj7
Blind with casualties,who sipping life casually
Then gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple Eve
F#
Caught up in the in crowd, now your in-style
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
Bmaj7
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them
F#
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Bmaj7
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin
And Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church ends
F#
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
Bb
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
Chorus
B
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
C#
No place in the World that can compare
D#m Bb
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah
Come on, come, yeah
Chorus
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version 2
[verse 1]
F#maj7
Yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa
right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
Bmaj7
I'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere
F#maj7
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
Bmaj7
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's
F#maj7
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Bmaj7
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
F#maj7
Say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's
sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
Bb
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....
[chorus]
B F#maj7
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
C#
There's nothin' you can't do
B
Now you're in New York
F#maj7
These streets will make you feel brand new
C#
Big lights will inspire you
B
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
[verse 2]
F#maj7
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
Bmaj7
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
F#maj7
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Bmaj7
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
for foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
F#maj7
8 million stories, out there in it naked
City, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Bmaj7
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
F#maj7
Three dice cee-lo, three Card Monty
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Bb
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
[chorus]
B F#maj7
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
C#
There's nothin' you can't do
B
Now you're in New York
F#maj7
These streets will make you feel brand new
C#
Big lights will inspire you
B
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
[verse 3]
F#maj7
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
so they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Bmaj7
lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple eve
F#maj7
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out
Bmaj7
City of sin, it's a pity on the wind
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
F#maj7
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Bmaj7
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
F#maj7
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
Bb
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
[chorus]
B F#maj7
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
C#
There's nothin' you can't do
B
Now you're in New York
F#maj7
These streets will make you feel brand new
C#
Big lights will inspire you
B
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
[bridge]
Bmaj7
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
F#maj7
No place in the world that could compare
Ebmin
Put your lighters in the air
Bb
Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
[chorus]
B F#maj7
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
C#
There's nothin' you can't do
B
Now you're in New York
F#maj7
These streets will make you feel brand new
C#
Big lights will inspire you
B F#maj7
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
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