Empire State of Mind

Accordi Empire State of Mind

Intro:
FA#         
SI7+
    ...Yeah

                   
FA#
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca

Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
        
FA    
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I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
                                   
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
                 
FA#
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, 

my Dominicanos (dímelo)

Right there up on Broadway, 

brought me back to that McDonald's
        
FA    
SI7+
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street

Catch me in the kitchen 

like a Simmons whippin' pastry
              
FA#
Cruisin' down 8th St, off-white Lexus
                     
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
        
FA       
SI7+
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie

Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
               
FA#
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais

Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
            
LA#
Nigga, I be Spike'd out, 

I could trip a referee (come on, come on, come on)

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

   
SI7+
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
                                         
FA#
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
                    
DO#
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
               
SI7+
Now you're in New York (ah-ha...) 
                                   
FA#
These streets will make you feel brand new (new)
                    
DO#
Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay)
                   
SI7+
Let's hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG) (uh)

New York, New York (uh) (I made you hot, nigga)

                
FA#
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
                           
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous 

than a Yankee can
    
FA            
SI7+
You should know I bleed blue, 

but I ain't a Crip though

But I got a gang of niggas walkin' 

with my clique though
               
FA#
Welcome to the melting pot, 

corners where we sellin' rock

Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
       
FA   
SI7+
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back

For foreigners it ain't fair, 

they act like they forgot how to act
              
FA#
Eight million stories, out there in the naked

City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
      
FA    
SI7+
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed, "I Got It Made"

If Jeezy's payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
           
FA#
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
                                  
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
          
LA#
Statue of Liberty, 

long live the World Trade (come on, come on, come on)

Long live the king, yo, 

I'm from the Empire State that's

    
SI7+
In New York (ayy) (uh, yeah)
                                         
FA#
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
                     
DO#
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
               
SI7+
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)

(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
                                 
FA#
These streets will make you feel brand new
                    
DO#
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
                   
SI7+
Let's hear it for New York (uh)

New York (yeah), New York (uh)

FA#
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
                             
So they can step out of bounds quick, 
        
FA      
SI7+
the sidelines is

Lined with casualties, who sip the life casually

Then gradually become worse, 
                    
don't bite the apple, Eve
FA#
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
                         
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue, 
               
FA   
with your skin out
SI7+
City of sin, it's a pity on a whim

Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
FA#
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
                                    
FA   
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Everybody ride her, just like a bus route

"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin

And Jesus can't save you, 
                               
FA#
life starts when the church end

Came here for school, graduated to the high life
               
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
LA#
MDMA got you feelin' 

like a champion (come on, come on, come on)

The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

    
SI7+
In New York (ayy, oh) (uh, yeah)
                                  
FA#
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                     
DO#
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
               
SI7+
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
                                  
FA#
These streets will make you feel brand new
                  
DO#
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
                   
SI7+
Let's hear it for New York (uh)

New York (yeah), New York (uh) 

SI7+
 One hand in the air for the big city (uh)
                                               
DO#
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (uh)
                                          
RE#m
No place in the world that could compare (nah)

Put your lighters in the air everybody say
 
LA#
"Yeah, yeah" (come on, come on, come on)

"Yeah, yeah" (I'm from New York)

    
SI7+
In New York (uh, yeah) (ohh)
                                  
FA#
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                     
DO#
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
               
SI7+
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
                                  
FA#
These streets will make you feel brand new
                    
DO#
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
                   
SI7+
Let's hear it for New York (uh)
                               
FA#
New York (yeah), New York (uh)