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Jay-Z - Empire state of mind
מחבר ומלחין: Janet Sewell, Angela Hunte, Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter, Sylvia Robinson, Burt Keyes and Alicia K
| B F# |
| Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn |
| F# |
| Now I'm down in Tribeca |
| F# |
| Right next to De Niro |
| F# |
| But I'll be hood forever |
| B |
| I'm the new Sinatra |
| B |
| And since I made it here |
| B |
| I can make it anywhere |
| B |
| Yeah, they love me everywhere |
| F# |
| I used to cop in Harlem – hola |
| F# |
| My Dominicanos (Dinero!) |
| F# |
| Right there up on Broadway |
| F# |
| Brought me back to that McDonald's |
| B |
| Took it to my stash spot |
| B |
| Five hundred and sixty State Street |
| B |
| Catch me in the kitchen |
| B |
| Like a Simmons whipping pastry |
| F# |
| Cruising down Eighth Street |
| F# |
| Off-white Lexus |
| F# |
| Driving so slow, |
| F# |
| But BK is from Texas |
| B |
| Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy |
| B |
| Home of that boy Biggie |
| B |
| Now I live on Billboard and |
| B |
| I brought my boys with me |
| F# |
| Say what up to Ty Ty |
| F# |
| Still sipping Mai Tais |
| F# |
| Sitting courtside |
| F# |
| Knicks and Nets give me high fives |
| A#sus4 |
| Nigga, I be spiked out |
| A#sus4 |
| I could trip a referee |
| A# |
| Tell by my attitude that |
| A# |
| I'm most definitely from |
| B |
| In New York (Ay, aha) (Uh, yeah) |
| B |
| Concrete jungle (Yeah) where |
| F# |
| Dreams are made of |
| C# |
| There's nothing you can't |
| C# |
| Do (Yeah) (OK) |
| B |
| Now you're in New York (Aha |
| B |
| Aha, aha) (Uh, yeah) |
| B |
| These streets will make you |
| F# |
| Feel brand-new (New) |
| C# |
| Big lights will inspire you |
| C# |
| (Come on) (OK) |
| B |
| Let's hear it for New York |
| B |
| (You welcome OG) (Uh) |
| B |
| New York (Yeah) |
| B |
| New York (Uh) |
| B |
| (I made you hot, nigga) |
| F# |
| Catch me at the X with OG |
| F# |
| At a Yankee game |
| F# |
| Shit, I made the Yankee hat |
| F# |
| More famous than a Yankee can |
| B |
| You should know I bleed blue |
| B |
| But I ain't a Crip though |
| B |
| But I got a gang of niggas |
| B |
| Walking with my clique though |
| F# |
| Welcome to the melting pot |
| F# |
| Corners where we're selling rock |
| F# |
| Africa Bambaataa shit |
| F# |
| Home of the hip-hop |
| B |
| Yellow cab, gypsy cab |
| B |
| Dollar cab, holler back |
| B |
| For foreigners, it ain't fair |
| B |
| They act like they forgot |
| B |
| How to add |
| F# |
| Eight million stories out |
| F# |
| There in the naked |
| F# |
| City, it's a pity half of |
| F# |
| Y'all won't make it |
| B |
| Me? I gotta plug Special Ed |
| B |
| "I Got It Made" |
| B |
| If Jeezy's paying LeBron |
| B |
| I'm paying Dwyane Wade |
| F# |
| Three dice cee-lo, |
| F# |
| Three-card Marley |
| F# |
| Labor Day Parade—rest in peace |
| F# |
| Bob Marley |
| A#sus4 |
| Statue of Liberty |
| A#sus4 |
| Long live the World Trade |
| A# |
| Long live the king |
| A# |
| Yo—I'm from the Empire State |
| A# |
| That's |
| B |
| In New York (Ay) (Uh, yeah) |
| B |
| Concrete jungle where dreams |
| F# |
| Are made of |
| C# |
| There's nothing you can't |
| C# |
| Do (That boy good) (OK) |
| B |
| Now you're in New York |
| B |
| (Welcome to the bright lights baby) |
| B |
| (Uh, yeah) |
| B |
| These streets will make you |
| F# |
| Feel brand-new |
| C# |
| Big lights will inspire you (OK) |
| B |
| Let's hear it for New York (Uh) |
| B |
| New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) |
| F# |
| Lights is blinding |
| F# |
| Girls need blinders |
| F# |
| So they can step out |
| F# |
| Of bounds quick |
| F# |
| The side lines is |
| B |
| Lined with casualties who |
| B |
| Sip the life casually |
| B |
| Then gradually become worse – |
| B |
| Don't bite the apple |
| B |
| Eve! |
| F# |
| Caught up in the in-crowd |
| F# |
| Now you're in-style |
| F# |
| Into the winter gets cold |
| F# |
| En vogue with your skin out |
| B |
| City of sin is a pity on a whim |
| B |
| Good girls gone bad |
| B |
| The city's filled with them |
| F# |
| Mami, took a bus trip |
| F# |
| Now she got her bust out |
| F# |
| Everybody ride her |
| B |
| Just like a bus route |
| B |
| "Hail Mary" to the city |
| B |
| You're a virgin |
| B |
| And Jesus can't save you |
| F# |
| Life starts when the church end |
| F# |
| Came here for school |
| F# |
| Graduated to the high life |
| F# |
| Ball players, rap stars |
| F# |
| Addicted to the limelight |
| A#sus4 |
| MDMA got you |
| A#sus4 |
| Feeling like a champion |
| A# |
| The city never sleeps |
| A# |
| Better slip you're a Ambien |
| B |
| In New York (Ay, ow) (Uh, yeah) |
| B |
| Concrete jungle where dreams |
| F# |
| Are made of |
| C# |
| There's nothing you can't do (OK) |
| B |
| Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) |
| These streets will make you |
| F# |
| Feel brand-new |
| C# |
| Big lights will inspire you (OK) |
| B |
| Let's hear it for New York (Uh) |
| B |
| New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) |
| B |
| One hand in the air for the |
| B |
| Big city (Oh) |
| B |
| Street lights, big dreams |
| C# |
| All looking pretty (Oh) |
| C# |
| No place in the world that |
| D#m |
| Could compare (Nah) |
| D#m |
| Put your lighters in the air |
| D#m |
| Everybody say |
| A#sus4 |
| "Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on) |
| A#sus4 |
| "Yeah, yeah" (Come on) |
| Bridge: |
| F# F# B F# x2 |
| B |
| In New York (Uh, yeah) |
| B |
| Concrete jungle where dreams |
| F# |
| Are made of |
| C# |
| There's nothing you can't do (OK) |
| B |
| Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) |
| B |
| These streets will make you |
| F# |
| Feel brand-new |
| C# |
| Big lights will inspire you (OK) |
| B |
| Let's hear it for New York (Uh) |
| B |
| New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) |
| Bridge: |
| F# F# B F# x2 |
| Ending: |
| F# |
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