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Capo: 2
Artist: Jay-z ft. Alicia Keys Song: Empire State of Mind Album: The Blueprint 3 Capo 2
Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up atE Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to DeNiro, But I’ll be hood forever I’m the neAmaj7w Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in EHarlem, all of my dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my Amaj7stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down E8th street, off white Lexus Driving so slow but BK is from Texas Me I’m up aAmaj7t Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie
Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me
Say what up to ETy Ty, still sipping Malta Sitting court-side Knicks and Nets give me high fives N-gga I be Bbspiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from Chorus:
In Amaj7New York Concrete jungle where dreams are Emade of
There's nothing you can’t do
Now you’re iAmaj7n New York These streets will make you feel Ebrand 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 EX with OG at a Yankee game Sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I Amaj7bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho
But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though
welcome to the Emelting pot, corners where we selling rocks Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop Yellow cap, Amaj7gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act
Eight million Estories out there and their naked Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it Me I gottaAmaj7 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,
Statue of BbLiberty, long live the World Trade Long live the king yo, I’m from the Empire State that's
Chorus
ELights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is Amaj7Blind with casualties,who sipping life casually
Then gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple Eve
ECaught up in the in crowd, now your in-style And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out Amaj7The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them
EMommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route Amaj7Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin
And Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church ends
ECame 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
AOne hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty BNo place in the World that can compare C#mPut your lighters in the air, everybody say G#yeah
Come on, come, yeah Chorus =============== No Capo Version ===============
Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at F#Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to DeNiro, But I’ll be hood forever I’m the neBmaj7w 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 Bmaj7stash 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 I’m up aBmaj7t 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 Bbspiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from Chorus:
In Bmaj7New York Concrete jungle where dreams are F#made of
There's nothing you can’t do
Now you’re iBmaj7n 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 Bmaj7bleed 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, Bmaj7gypsy 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 y’all won’t make it Me I gottaBmaj7 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,
Statue of BbLiberty, 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 Bmaj7Blind 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 Bmaj7The 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 Bmaj7Hail 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 BbMDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien Chorus
BOne 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#mPut your lighters in the air, everybody say Bbyeah
Come on, come, yeah Chorus