Empire State Of Mind chords

                 B
Yeah I'm outta Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
 
Right next to De Niro, where I'll be hood forever
              E
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I've made it here
 
People love me everywhere, yeah they love me anywhere
                 B
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
 
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
              E
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
                F#
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
              B
Cruisin' down on 8th Street, off-white Lexus

Drivin' so slow,but BK is from Texas
                E
Me, I'm at that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie

Now I live on billboard and I brought my boys with me
 
F#             G#m
Say, "What up?" to Ty-Ty, still sipping Mai Tai
             F#
Sitting courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high fives
           D#
Homey, I'll be Spiked out, I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from...
 
   E
   New York
   F#                               G#m
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                       B
   There's nothing you can’t do
                 E
   Now you’re in New York
F#                                  G#m
   These streets will make you feel brand new
                      B
   Big lights will inspire you
                 E
   Now you're in New York, New York, New York
 

F#              B
Catch me at the X with OG I'm at a Yankee game
 
Yeah, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
                  E
You should know I bleed blue, but I'm not a Crip though

But I've got a gang of people rolling with my clique yo
F#             B
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock
 
Africa Bambata stuff, home of the hip-hop
            E
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar back, holla back

For foreigners that ain't fifty They forgot how to act
  F#              B
Eight million stories out there and they are all naked

City is a pity, half of you all won't make it
           E
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed I got it made

If Jesus paying Le Bron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade
 
F#     G#m
Three card, Cee-lo, Three dice, Monte
            F#
Labour Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
          D#
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade

Long live the King, yo I'm from the Empire of
 
   E
   New York
   F#                               G#m
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                       B
   There's nothing you can’t do
                 E
   Now you’re in New York
F#                                  G#m
   These streets will make you feel brand new
                      B
   Big lights will inspire you
                 E
   Now you're in New York, New York, New York
 
E
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
   F#
So they can step out of bounds quick
                  G#m
The sidelines is blind with casualties
                                B
Sipping life casually, then gradually becoming worse

Don't bite the apple, Eve, caught up in the in crowd
E
Now you're in style
           F#
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
    G#m
City full of sin, it's a pity on a whim
     B
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
E
Look, Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
F#
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
G#m
And hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
    B
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends
E
Brought up in school, graduated to the high life
F#
Rap players, ball players, gamblers and limelight
D#
got you feelin' like a champion

The city never sleeps, take an Ambien
 
      E
   In New York
   F#                               G#m
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made
                       B
   There's nothing you can’t do
                 E
   Now you’re in New York
F#                                  G#m
   These streets will make you feel brand new
                      B
   Big lights will inspire you
                 E
   Now you're in New York, New York, New York
 
E
   One hand in the air for the big city

Big lights, street lights, all looking pretty
F#
  No place in the world to compare
G#m                                              D#
  Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "Yeah", say "Yeah!"

   E
   New York
   F#                               G#m
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                       B
   There's nothing you can’t do
                 E
   Now you’re in New York
F#                                  G#m
   These streets will make you feel brand new
                      B
   Big lights will inspire you
                 E                   F#
   Now you're in New York, New York, New York
 
   G#m
   New York
   F#                               E
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
 
   There's nothing you can’t do
                 G#m
   Now you’re in New York
F#                                  E
   These streets will make you feel brand new
 
   Big lights will inspire you
                 E        F#
   Now you're in New York
                 G#m      B
   Now you're in New York
                 E        F#
   Now you're in New York