A-Guitare

Jay-z ft. Alicia Keys (Empire State of Mind)

   Le premiére accord ( le F# ) n'est pas le même que sur la vidéo mais 
   il sonne trés bien et est plus facile a jouer. 

   F#        :  244322
   Bmaj7     :  224342
   Bb        :  113331 
   C#        :  446664
   D#m       :  004342

   Bmaj7
  
             F#
   Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now Im 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, yeah they love me everywhere
               F#
   I used to cop in Harlem, all of my dominicanos

   Right there up on broadway, brought me back to that McDonalds
            Bmaj7
   Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street

   Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry
              F#
   Cruising down 8th street, off white lexus

   Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
            Bmaj7
   Me I’m up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie

   Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me
               F#
   Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta

   Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
         Bb
   N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee

   Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from

   Chorus:
     Bmaj7
   In New York
                        F#
   Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                     C#
   Theres nothing you can’t do,
         Bmaj7
   Now you’re in New York,
                        F#
   These streets will make you feel brand new,
                    C#
   The lights will inspire you,
                  Bmaj7
   Let's here it for New York, New York, New York

 
   I made you hot n-gga
   F#
   Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game


   Sh-t I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can
   Bmaj7
   You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip tho

   But i got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though
   F#
   welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks

   Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop
   Bmaj7
   Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back

   For foreigners it aint fitted they forgot how to act
   F#
   Eight million stories out there and their naked

   Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it
   Bmaj7
   Me i gotta plug a special and i got it made

   If Jesus payin LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade

   Three dice Cee-Lo, three card marley

   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 

   F#
   Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

   So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
   Bmaj7
   Blind with casualties,who sipping life casually

   Then gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple Eve
   F#
   Caught up in the in crowd, now your in-style

   And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
   Bmaj7
   The city of sin is a pity on a whim

   Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them
   F#
   Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out

   Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
   Bmaj7
   Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin

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

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

   The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
 

   Chorus

   B
   One hand in the air for the big city

   Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
   C#
   No place in the World that can compare
   D#m                                         Bb
   Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah

   Come on, come, yeah
 

   Chorus