Empire State Of Mind keyboard

Empire State Of Mind

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Verse: 
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Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn 
        C        
Now I'm down in Tribeca 
              C 
Right next to DeNiro 
            C 
But I'll be hood forever 
G          F 
I'm the new Sinatra 
     F 
And since I made it here 
  F           F 
I can make it anywhere 
                   F            G 
Yeah, they love me everywhere 
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I used to cop in Harlem 
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Hola my Dominicanos 
              C 
Right there up on Broadway 
            C 
Brought me back to that McDonalds 
G          F 
Took it to my stash spot 
     F 
560 State street 
  F           F 
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry 
G           C 
Cruising down 8th street 
    C    
Off-white Lexus 
              C                         G 
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas 
                F 
Me I'm out that Bed-Stuy 
     F 
Home of that boy Biggie 
                F 
Now I live on Billboard 
                   F            G 
And I brought my boys with me 


Bridge:
 

G            Am 
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tais 
            G    
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives 
           E 
Homie I be Spiked out, I can trip a referee 

Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from 




F 
New York 
G                                  Am 
Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh 
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There's nothing you can't do 
              F 
Now you're in New York 
G                                Am 
These streets will make you feel brand new 
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Big lights will inspire you 
                         F 
Let's hear it for New York 


Verse 2
 
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game 
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can 
You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a Crip, though 
But I got a gang of people walking with my clique though 
Welcome to the melting pot 
Corners where we selling rocks 
Afrika Bambaataa stuff 
Home of the hip-hop 
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back 
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add 
8 million stories out there in the naked 
City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it 
Me I gotta plug Special Ed "I Got It Made" 
If Jeezy's paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade 


pre-chorus
 
3 dice Cee-lo, 3 card Marley 
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley 
Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade 
Long live the king yo 
I'm from the Empire State, that's: 

Chorus 

Bridge (same chords as the chorus but played as bar chords)
 


Welcome to the bright light 
Lights is blinding 
Girls need blinders 
So they can step out of bounds quick 
The side lines is lined with casualties 
Who sip the life casually, then gradually become worse 
Don't bite the apple, Eve 
Caught up in the in-crowd 
Now you're in-style 
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out 
The city of sin is a pity on a whim 
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with 'em 
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out 
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route 
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin 
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church ends 
Came here for school, graduated to the high life 
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight 
MDMA got you feeling like a champion 
The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien 


Chorus 

Bridge 

C 
One hand in the air for the big city 
C 
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty 
G' 
No place in the world that can compare 
E 
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "yea!"  

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