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Jay-Z - Empire state of mind

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B               
F#       
Yeah,  I'm out that Brooklyn
F#                     
Now I'm down in Tribeca
F#                   
Right next to De Niro
F#                      
But I'll be hood forever
              
B    
I'm the new Sinatra
B                       
And since I made it here
B                     
I can make it anywhere
B                            
Yeah, they love me everywhere
                 
F#           
I used to cop in Harlem – hola
F#                      
My Dominicanos (Dinero!)‎
F#                        
Right there up on Broadway
F#                                
Brought me back to that McDonald's
              
B         
Took it to my stash spot
B                                  
Five hundred and sixty State Street
B                      
Catch me in the kitchen
B                             
Like a Simmons whipping pastry
              
F#           
Cruising down Eighth Street
F#             
Off-white Lexus
F#              
Driving so slow,
F#                  
But BK is from Texas
                 
B       
Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy
B                      
Home of that boy Biggie
B                          
Now I live on Billboard and
B                        
I brought my boys with me
               
F#   
Say what up to Ty Ty
F#                    
Still sipping Mai Tais
F#               
Sitting courtside
F#                                
Knicks and Nets give me high fives
            
A#sus4    
Nigga, I be spiked out
A#sus4                
I could trip a referee
           
A#           
Tell by my attitude that
A#                      
I'm most definitely from

   
B                            
In New York (Ay, aha) (Uh, yeah)‎
B                           
Concrete jungle (Yeah) where
           
F#     
Dreams are made of
                    
C#   
There's nothing you can't
C#            
Do (Yeah) (OK)‎
              
B            
Now you're in New York (Aha
B                   
Aha, aha) (Uh, yeah)‎
B                          
These streets will make you
     
F#             
Feel brand-new (New)‎
                   
C#      
Big lights will inspire you
C#            
(Come on) (OK)
                  
B       
Let's hear it for New York
 
B                   
(You welcome OG) (Uh)
B              
New York (Yeah)‎
B            
New York (Uh)‎
 
B                     
(I made you hot, nigga)

                
F#       
Catch me at the X with OG
F#              
At a Yankee game
F#                         
Shit, I made the Yankee hat
F#                           
More famous than a Yankee can
                  
B         
You should know I bleed blue
B                        
But I ain't a Crip though
B                         
But I got a gang of niggas
B                            
Walking with my clique though
               
F#         
Welcome to the melting pot
F#                              
Corners where we're selling rock
F#                   
Africa Bambaataa shit
F#                 
Home of the hip-hop
            
B        
Yellow cab, gypsy cab
B                      
Dollar cab, holler back
B                            
For foreigners, it ain't fair
B                        
They act like they forgot
B
How to add
              
F#         
Eight million stories out
F#                
There in the naked
F#                       
City, it's a pity half of
F#                 
Y'all won't make it
            
B              
Me? I gotta plug Special Ed
 
B             
"I Got It Made"
B                       
If Jeezy's paying LeBron
B                     
I'm paying Dwyane Wade
           
F#     
Three dice cee-lo,
F#               
Three-card Marley
F#                            
Labor Day Parade—rest in peace
F#        
Bob Marley
          
A#sus4 
Statue of Liberty
A#sus4                   
Long live the World Trade
              
A#  
Long live the king
A#                          
Yo—I'm from the Empire State
A#    
That's

   
B                       
In New York (Ay) (Uh, yeah)‎
B                           
Concrete jungle where dreams
    
F#     
Are made of
                    
C#   
There's nothing you can't
C#                     
Do (That boy good) (OK)‎
              
B       
Now you're in New York
 
B                                 
(Welcome to the bright lights baby)
 
B        
(Uh, yeah)
B                          
These streets will make you
     
F#       
Feel brand-new
                   
C#           
Big lights will inspire you (OK)‎
                  
B            
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)‎
B                             
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)‎

F#                
Lights is blinding
F#                 
Girls need blinders
F#                  
So they can step out
F#             
Of bounds quick
F#               
The side lines is
B                        
Lined with casualties who
B                    
Sip the life casually
B                            
Then gradually become worse –
B
Don't bite the apple
B   
Eve!‎
F#                       
Caught up in the in-crowd
F#                 
Now you're in-style
F#                       
Into the winter gets cold
F#                         
En vogue with your skin out
B                              
City of sin is a pity on a whim
B                  
Good girls gone bad
B                          
The city's filled with them
F#                   
Mami, took a bus trip
F#                      
Now she got her bust out
F#                
Everybody ride her
                      
B
Just like a bus route  
 
B                     
"Hail Mary" to the city
B              
You're a virgin
B                       
And Jesus can't save you
                                
F#
Life starts when the church end   
F#                  
Came here for school
F#                        
Graduated to the high life
F#                     
Ball players, rap stars
F#                       
Addicted to the limelight
A#sus4      
MDMA got you
A#sus4                 
Feeling like a champion
    
A#               
The city never sleeps
A#                         
Better slip you're a Ambien

   
B                           
In New York (Ay, ow) (Uh, yeah)‎
B                           
Concrete jungle where dreams
    
F#     
Are made of
                    
C#           
There's nothing you can't do (OK)‎
              
B                  
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)‎
                           
These streets will make you
     
F#       
Feel brand-new
                   
C#           
Big lights will inspire you (OK)‎
                  
B            
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)‎
                               
B
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)  
B                          
One hand in the air for the
B            
Big city (Oh)‎
B                        
Street lights, big dreams
                    
C# 
All looking pretty (Oh)‎
C#                        
No place in the world that
               
D#m 
Could compare (Nah)‎
D#m                         
Put your lighters in the air
D#m          
Everybody say
 
A#sus4                        
"Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on)
 
A#sus4               
"Yeah, yeah" (Come on)
Bridge:
F# F# B F# x2

   
B                  
In New York (Uh, yeah)‎
B                           
Concrete jungle where dreams
    
F#     
Are made of
                    
C#           
There's nothing you can't do (OK)‎
              
B                  
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)‎
B                          
These streets will make you
     
F#       
Feel brand-new
                   
C#           
Big lights will inspire you (OK)‎
                  
B            
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)‎
B                             
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)‎
Bridge:
F# F# B F# x2

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