JAY-Z - Empire State Of Mind ft. Alicia Keys Chords
Tempo:
86.5 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
A#
C#
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Key:
B
F#
A#
C#
C
B
F#
A#
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[B] Yeah, [F#] yeah I'm up at Brooklyn Now I'm down in Tribeca.
Right next to the narrow But I'll be hood forever.
[B] I'm the new Sinatra And since I made it here.
I can make it anywhere Yeah they love me everywhere.
I [F#] used to cop in Harlem All of my dimini conos.
Right there up on Broadway Pull me back to that McDonald's.
[B] Click into my snack box 560 Faith Street.
Catch me in the kitchen Like a Simmons whipping pastry.
[F#] Cruisin' down 8th Street Off White Lexus.
Driving so slow But VK is from Texas.
[B] Me and my vet, Bad Style Home of that boy Biggie.
Now I live on Billboard And I brought my boys with me.
[F#] Say what up to Ty-Ty Still sippin' my Ty's.
Sitting courtside Nixonettes give me [B] high fives.
[A#] I'm spiked out I could trip a referee.
Tell by my attitude That I'm most definitely [B] from New York.
I'm bitchin' with [F#] Dreamer, Bader.
There's nothing you can't do.
Count on [B] me, dude.
These streets will make you [F#] feel brand new.
These lights will inspire [C#] you.
[F#] Let's hear it [B] from the New York News.
I made you a home.
[F#] Check me at the Equinox.
She got a Yankee cane.
That made the Yankee half more famous than the Yankee can.
[B] You should know I'm Lee Blue.
But I ain't a crypto.
But I got a gang and I'm walking with my clique though.
[F#] Welcome to the Melton Box.
Corner store we selling.
Africa been bought it.
Home of the hip-hop.
[B] Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holovac.
For foreigners it ain't fair.
They act like they forgot how to act.
[F#] Fake million stories.
Out there in the naked.
City it's a pity half of y'all won't make it.
[B] Me I got a plug.
Bet you what I got it made it.
Jesus paying LeBron.
I'm paying to Wayne Wayne.
[F#] Three dice of Zelo.
Three card molly.
Labor Day Parade recipe [B] for Molly.
[A#] That you were living in.
Long live the world trade.
Long live the king yo.
I'm from the Empire State.
[B] I'm Creek Jungle with [F#] Dreamer Lato.
Nothing you can't do.
Count on [B] the studio.
These shoes will make you feel [F#] brand new.
Big lights will inspire you.
Let's hear it for [B] Studio .
[F#] Lights is blinding.
Girls need blinders.
So they can step out of bounds quick.
[C].
[B] Sidelines is lined with casualties.
You sip the life casually.
Then gradually become worse.
Don't fight the Apple [F#] Heath.
Caught up in the in crowd.
Now you're in style.
And in the winter gets cold.
In [C] vogue with the skin [B] out.
City of sin.
It's a pity on a whim.
Good girls gone bad.
The city's filled with them.
[F#] Mommy took a bus trip.
Now she got a bus stop.
Everybody ride her.
[B] Just like a bus route.
Hail Mary to the city.
You're a virgin.
And Jesus can't save you.
Life starts when the [F#] church ends.
Came here from school.
Graduated to the high life.
Ballplayers, rap [B] stars.
Addicted to the [A#] limelight.
Empty in Maine.
Got you feeling like a champion.
The city never sleep.
Better slip you an [B] ambient In.
I'm Creek Jungle with [F#] Dreamer Lato.
Now you're in [B] studio.
These streets will make you feel [F#] brand new.
Big lights [C#] will inspire you.
[F#] Let's hear it for [B] Studio.
Lights is blinding.
One hand in the air.
Streetlights, big dreams.
All looking [C#] pretty.
No place in the world.
That can [D#m] compare.
Put your lighters in the air.
[B] Everybody [A#] say yeah.
Come on Yeah Come on.
I'm [B] Creek Jungle with Dreamer [F#] Lato.
Nothing you can't do.
Now you're in [B] studio.
These streets will make you feel [F#] brand new.
Big lights will [C#] inspire you.
[F#] Let's hear it for [B] Studio .
[F#] .
[B] Yeah, [F#] yeah I'm up at Brooklyn Now I'm down in Tribeca.
Right next to the narrow But I'll be hood forever.
[B] I'm the new Sinatra And since I made it here.
I can make it anywhere Yeah they love me everywhere.
I [F#] used to cop in Harlem All of my dimini conos.
Right there up on Broadway Pull me back to that McDonald's.
[B] Click into my snack box 560 Faith Street.
Catch me in the kitchen Like a Simmons whipping pastry.
[F#] Cruisin' down 8th Street Off White Lexus.
Driving so slow But VK is from Texas.
[B] Me and my vet, Bad Style Home of that boy Biggie.
Now I live on Billboard And I brought my boys with me.
[F#] Say what up to Ty-Ty Still sippin' my Ty's.
Sitting courtside Nixonettes give me [B] high fives.
[A#] I'm spiked out I could trip a referee.
Tell by my attitude That I'm most definitely [B] from New York.
I'm bitchin' with [F#] Dreamer, Bader.
There's nothing you can't do.
Count on [B] me, dude.
These streets will make you [F#] feel brand new.
These lights will inspire [C#] you.
[F#] Let's hear it [B] from the New York News.
I made you a home.
[F#] Check me at the Equinox.
She got a Yankee cane.
That made the Yankee half more famous than the Yankee can.
[B] You should know I'm Lee Blue.
But I ain't a crypto.
But I got a gang and I'm walking with my clique though.
[F#] Welcome to the Melton Box.
Corner store we selling.
Africa been bought it.
Home of the hip-hop.
[B] Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holovac.
For foreigners it ain't fair.
They act like they forgot how to act.
[F#] Fake million stories.
Out there in the naked.
City it's a pity half of y'all won't make it.
[B] Me I got a plug.
Bet you what I got it made it.
Jesus paying LeBron.
I'm paying to Wayne Wayne.
[F#] Three dice of Zelo.
Three card molly.
Labor Day Parade recipe [B] for Molly.
[A#] That you were living in.
Long live the world trade.
Long live the king yo.
I'm from the Empire State.
[B] I'm Creek Jungle with [F#] Dreamer Lato.
Nothing you can't do.
Count on [B] the studio.
These shoes will make you feel [F#] brand new.
Big lights will inspire you.
Let's hear it for [B] Studio .
[F#] Lights is blinding.
Girls need blinders.
So they can step out of bounds quick.
[C].
[B] Sidelines is lined with casualties.
You sip the life casually.
Then gradually become worse.
Don't fight the Apple [F#] Heath.
Caught up in the in crowd.
Now you're in style.
And in the winter gets cold.
In [C] vogue with the skin [B] out.
City of sin.
It's a pity on a whim.
Good girls gone bad.
The city's filled with them.
[F#] Mommy took a bus trip.
Now she got a bus stop.
Everybody ride her.
[B] Just like a bus route.
Hail Mary to the city.
You're a virgin.
And Jesus can't save you.
Life starts when the [F#] church ends.
Came here from school.
Graduated to the high life.
Ballplayers, rap [B] stars.
Addicted to the [A#] limelight.
Empty in Maine.
Got you feeling like a champion.
The city never sleep.
Better slip you an [B] ambient In.
I'm Creek Jungle with [F#] Dreamer Lato.
Now you're in [B] studio.
These streets will make you feel [F#] brand new.
Big lights [C#] will inspire you.
[F#] Let's hear it for [B] Studio.
Lights is blinding.
One hand in the air.
Streetlights, big dreams.
All looking [C#] pretty.
No place in the world.
That can [D#m] compare.
Put your lighters in the air.
[B] Everybody [A#] say yeah.
Come on Yeah Come on.
I'm [B] Creek Jungle with Dreamer [F#] Lato.
Nothing you can't do.
Now you're in [B] studio.
These streets will make you feel [F#] brand new.
Big lights will [C#] inspire you.
[F#] Let's hear it for [B] Studio .
[F#] .