Empire State Of Mind
Jay-ZVersion1
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Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, But Ill be hood forever
Im 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, all of my dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th street, off white Lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me Im up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie
Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta
Sitting court-side Knicks and Nets give me high fives
N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you cant do
Now youre in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Let's here it for New York, New York, New York
I made you hot n-gga
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
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
welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks
Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act
Eight million stories out there and their naked
Cities is a pity half of yall wont make it
Me I gotta plug a special and i got it made
If Jesus payin' LeBron, Im paying Dwayne Wade
Three dice Cee-Lo, three card marley
Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king yo, Im from the Empire State that's
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Blind with casualties,who sipping life casually
Then gradually become worse, dont bite the apple Eve
Caught up in the in crowd, now your in-style
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin
And Jesus cant save you life starts when the church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the World that can compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah
Come on, come, yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, But Ill be hood forever
Im 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, all of my dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th street, off white Lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me Im up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie
Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta
Sitting court-side Knicks and Nets give me high fives
N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you cant do
Now youre in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Let's here it for New York, New York, New York
I made you hot n-gga
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
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
welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks
Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act
Eight million stories out there and their naked
Cities is a pity half of yall wont make it
Me I gotta plug a special and i got it made
If Jesus payin' LeBron, Im paying Dwayne Wade
Three dice Cee-Lo, three card marley
Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king yo, Im from the Empire State that's
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Blind with casualties,who sipping life casually
Then gradually become worse, dont bite the apple Eve
Caught up in the in crowd, now your in-style
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin
And Jesus cant save you life starts when the church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the World that can compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah
Come on, come, yeah
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Readable chord sheet for Empire State Of Mind by Jay-Z
Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at[E] Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to DeNiro, But Ill be hood forever Im the new [Amaj7]Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere I used to cop in [E]Harlem, all of my dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my [Amaj7]stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down [E]8th street, off white Lexus Driving so slow but BK is from Texas Me Im up at [Amaj7]Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me Say what up to [E]Ty Ty, still sipping Malta Sitting court-side Knicks and Nets give me high fives N-gga I be [Bb]spiked out, I can trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from In [Amaj7]New York Concrete jungle where dreams are [E]made of There's nothing you cant do Now youre in [Amaj7]New York These streets will make you feel [E]brand new The lights will inspire you Let's here it for New York,[Amaj7] New York, New York I made you hot n-gga Catch me at the [E]X with OG at a Yankee game Sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I [Amaj7]bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though welcome to the [E]melting pot, corners where we selling rocks Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop Yellow cap, [Amaj7]gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act Eight million [E]stories out there and their naked Cities is a pity half of yall wont make it Me I gotta[Amaj7] plug a special and i got it made If Jesus payin' LeBron, Im paying Dwayne Wade Three dice Cee-Lo, three card marley Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley, Statue of [Bb]Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the king yo, Im from the Empire State that's [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, dont 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 cant 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 [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]Put your lighters in the air, everybody say [Ab]yeah Come on, come, yeah Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at [F#]Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to DeNiro, But Ill be hood forever Im the new [Bmaj7]Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere I used to cop in [F#]Harlem, all of my dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my [Bmaj7]stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down [F#]8th street, off white Lexus Driving so slow but BK is from Texas Me Im up at [Bmaj7]Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me Say what up to [F#]Ty Ty, still sipping Malta Sitting court-side Knicks and Nets give me high fives N-gga I be [Bb]spiked out, I can trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from In [Bmaj7]New York Concrete jungle where dreams are [F#]made of There's nothing you cant do Now youre in [Bmaj7]New York These streets will make you feel [F#]brand new The lights will inspire you Let's here it for New York,[Bmaj7] New York, New York I made you hot n-gga Catch me at the [F#]X with OG at a Yankee game Sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I [Bmaj7]bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though welcome to the [F#]melting pot, corners where we selling rocks Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop Yellow cap, [Bmaj7]gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act Eight million [F#]stories out there and their naked Cities is a pity half of yall wont make it Me I gotta[Bmaj7] plug a special and i got it made If Jesus payin' LeBron, Im paying Dwayne Wade Three dice Cee-Lo, three card marley Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley, Statue of [Bb]Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the king yo, Im from the Empire State that's [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, dont 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 cant 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 [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]Put your lighters in the air, everybody say [Bb]yeah Come on, come, yeah