Jay-z Empire State Of Mind (ver 2) chords

Empire State Of Mind (ver 2) by Jay-z

[verse 1]


   F#maj7
Yea I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in TriBeCa

right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
           bmaj7
I'm the new Sinatra, and... since I made it here

I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere
                 F#maj7
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's

right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
              bmaj7
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.

catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's
              F#maj7
Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus

drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
                 bmaj7
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie

now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
               F#maj7
Say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's

sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
           Bb
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....


[chorus]


B                                        F#maj7
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                    C#
There's nothin' you can't do
               B
Now you're in New York
                                 F#maj7
These streets will make you feel brand new
                C#
Big lights will inspire you
                  B
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York


[verse 2]


              F#maj7
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
                 bmaj7
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
               F#maj7
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock

Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
            bmaj7
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back

for foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
          F#maj7
8 million stories, out there in it naked

City, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it
           bmaj7
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"

If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
           F#maj7
Three dice cee-lo, three Card Monty

Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
          Bb
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade

Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's


[chorus]



B                                        F#maj7
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                    C#
There's nothin' you can't do 
               B
Now you're in New York
                                 F#maj7
These streets will make you feel brand new
                C#
Big lights will inspire you
                  B
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York


[verse 3]

F#maj7
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

so they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
bmaj7
lined with casualties, who sip to life casually

then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple eve
F#maj7
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style

Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out
bmaj7
City of sin, it's a pity on the wind

Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
F#maj7
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out

Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
bmaj7
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin

And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
F#maj7
Came here for school, graduated to the high life

Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
Bb
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien


[chorus]



B                                        F#maj7
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                    C#
There's nothin' you can't do 
               B
Now you're in New York
                                 F#maj7
These streets will make you feel brand new
                C#
Big lights will inspire you
                  B
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York


[bridge]


bmaj7
One hand in the air for the big city

Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
F#maj7
No place in the world that could compare
Ebmin
Put your lighters in the air
              Bb
Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"


[chorus]



B                                        F#maj7
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                    C#
There's nothin' you can't do 
               B
Now you're in New York
                                 F#maj7
These streets will make you feel brand new
                C#
Big lights will inspire you
                  B                           F#maj7
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York