Empire State Of Mind

                 B
Yeah, I'm out of Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca

Right next to DeNiro but I’ll be hood forever
              E
I’m the new Sinatra and since I made it here

I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
                 B
I used to cop in Harlem, hola my Dominicanos

Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonalds
              E
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State street
                F#
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
              B
Cruising down 8th street

Off-white Lexus driving so slow but BK is from Texas
                E
Me I’m out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie

Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me


[Pre-Chorus]
F#             G#m
Say what up to TyTy, still sipping mai tais
             F#
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
           D#
Homie I be Spiked out, I can trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from


[Chorus]
   E
   New York
   F#                               G#m
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
                       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


[Verse 2]
F#              B
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Yeah, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
                  E
You should know I bleed Blue, but I'm not a Crip, though

But I got a gang of people walking with my clique though
F#             B
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks

Afrika Bambaataa stuff, home of the hip-hop
            E
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back

For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
  F#              B
8 million stories out there in the naked

City, it's a pity half of y’all won’t make it
           E
Me I gotta plug Special Ed "I Got It Made"

If Jeezy's paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwyane Wade


[Pre-Chorus]
F#     G#m
3 dice Cee-lo, 3 card Marley
            F#
Labor 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


[Chorus]
   E
   New York
   F#                               G#m
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
                       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


[Bridge 1]
E
Lights is blinding, the girls need blinders
   F#
So they can step out of bounds quick
                  G#m
The side lines is lined with casualties
                                B
Who sip the life casually, then gradually become worse

Don’t bite the apple, Eve
E
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
           F#
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
    G#m
The city of sin is a pity on a whim
     B
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with 'em
E
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
F#
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
G#m
"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#
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
D#
got you feeling like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien


[Chorus]
      E
   In New York
   F#                               G#m
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
                       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


[Bridge 2]
E
   One hand in the air for the big city

   Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
F#
   No place in the world that can compare
G#m                                             D#
   Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "yeah!"


[Chorus]
   E
   New York
   F#                               G#m
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
                       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


[Outro]
   G#m
   New York
   F#                               E
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh

   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