View Guitar Chords for Empire state of mind - chords ver. 1
[verse 1]YeaF#maj7 I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the newBmaj7 Sinatra, and... since I made it hereI can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhereI used to cop in F#maj7Harlem, all of my Dominicano's right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my Bmaj7stashbox, 560 State St.catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry'sCruisin' down F#maj78th St., off white Lexus drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm out that Bmaj7Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggienow I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with meSay what's up tF#maj7o Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five Nigga I be BbSpike'd out, I could trip a refereeTell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from.... [chorus]BNew York, concrete jungle where dreams arF#maj7e made of There's nothin' you C#can't do Now you're in NBew York These streets will make you feel F#maj7brand new Big lights will C#inspire you Let's hear it for BNew York, New York, New York[verse 2]Catch me at thF#maj7e X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can You should know IBmaj7 bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughbut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique thoughWelcome to the F#maj7melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, Bmaj7gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backfor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act8 million F#maj7stories, out there in it naked City, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it Me, I got aBmaj7 plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane WadeThree dice F#maj7cee-lo, three Card Monty Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of BbLiberty, long live the World TradeLong live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's [chorus]BNew York, concrete jungle where dreams arF#maj7e made of There's nothin' you C#can't do Now you're in NBew York These streets will make you feel F#maj7brand new Big lights will C#inspire you Let's hear it for BNew York, New York, New York[verse 3]F#maj7Lights is blinding, girls need blinders so they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is Bmaj7lined with casualties, who sip to life casuallythen gradually become worse, don't bite the apple eveF#maj7Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out Bmaj7City of sin, it's a pity on the windGood girls gone bad, the city's filled with themF#maj7Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route Bmaj7Hail Mary to the city, you're a virginAnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endF#maj7Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight BbMDMA got you feelin' like a championThe city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien [chorus]BNew York, concrete jungle where dreams arF#maj7e made of There's nothin' you C#can't do Now you're in NBew York These streets will make you feel F#maj7brand new Big lights will C#inspire you Let's hear it for BNew York, New York, New York[bridge]Bmaj7One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty F#maj7No place in the world that could compare EbminPut your lighters in the air Everybody say Bb"yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"[chorus]BNew York, concrete jungle where dreams arF#maj7e made of There's nothin' you C#can't do Now you're in NBew York These streets will make you feel F#maj7brand new Big lights will C#inspire you Let's hear it for BNew York, New York, New YorkF#maj7