Empire state chords by Westway sound
Verse 1
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Yeah, yeah I'm out that Brooklyn
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Now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to the Nero
But I'll be hood forever
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I'm the new Sinatra
And since I made it here
I can make it anywhere
Yeah they love me everywhere
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I used to cop in Harlem
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All of my De mi Nicanos
Right there up on Broadway
Pulled me back to that McDonald's
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Took it to my stash spot,
560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen
like a Simmons whippin' pastry
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Cruisin' down 8th Street,
off white Lexus
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Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
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Me, I'm out there bad style,
home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard,
and I brought my boys with me
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Say what up to Tata,
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still sittin' my type
Sittin' courtside,
Nixonettes give me high five
F#
Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude
F#m
that I'm most definitely from New
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York
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I made you high, nigga
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Catch me at the X with OG
at a Yankee game
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Shit, I made the Yankee hat
more famous than the Yankee can
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You should know I bleed blue,
but I ain't a crypto
But I got a gang of niggas
walkin' with my clique, though
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Welcome to the melting pot,
corners where we sellin' rock
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Africa been by the shit,
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home of the hip -hop
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Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cap,
hollaback
For foreigners, it ain't fair,
they act like they forgot how to act
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Eight million stories,
out there in the naked
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City, it's a pity half a yard won't make it
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Me, I got a plug,
special where I got it made it
Jesus payin' LeBron,
I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
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Three dice, Cee -Lo, three card, Marley Labor Day Parade,
rest in peace, Bob Marley
F#
Statue of Liberty,
long live the World Trade
Long live the King, yo,
F#m
I'm from the Empire State
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In New York, concrete jungle where
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dreams are made of
A
There's nothin' you can't do,
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now you're in New York
Yeah, these streets will make
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you feel brand new
A
Big lights will inspire you
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Let's hear it for New York,
New York, New York
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Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
Or they could step out
of bounds quick
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The sidelines is lined with casualties
Who sip the life casually
then gradually become worse
Don't fight the Apple Eve,
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caught up in the in crowd
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Now you're in style, Anna,
the winter gets cold
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In vogue with your skin out, city of sin
It's a pity on a whim,
good girls gone bad
The city's filled with them
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Mommy took a bus trip,
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now she got a must out
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Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
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Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you,
life starts when the church end
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Came here for school,
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graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars,
addicted to the limelight
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MDMA got you feeling like a champion
In the city, never sleep,
F#m
better slip, you a ambient
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In yeah
Concrete jungle where dreams
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are made of
A
There's nothing you can't do
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Now you're in New York, yeah
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These streets will make you feel brand new
A
Big lights will inspire you
D
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Let's hear it for New York, New York
In New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Streetlights, big dreams, all looking pretty
A
No place in the world that can compare
Bm
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Put your lighters in the air,
F#
everybody say yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
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In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams
D
are made of
A
There's nothing you can't do
D
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Now you're in New York
D
These streets will make you feel brand new
A
Big lights will inspire you
D
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Let's hear it for New York
Empire state
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