Empire State Of Mind


Artist: Jay-z ft. Alicia Keys Song: Empire State of Mind Album: The Blueprint 3 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 Ab 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 Ab Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah Come on, come, yeah Chorus =============== No Capo Version =============== 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 Ebm Bb Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah Come on, come, yeah Chorus