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
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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
Ebm Bb
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah
Come on, come, yeah
Chorus
