{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":10071661,"song":"Empire state of mind","artist":"Jay Z","content_type":"chord","tab_type":null,"url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11669341-empire-state-of-mind-chords-by-jay-z/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/10071661?type=chord","rating":null,"votes":null,"content":"Yeah,  I'm out that Brooklyn\nNow I'm down in Tribeca\nRight next to De Niro\nBut I'll be hood forever\nI'm the new Sinatra\nAnd since I made it here\nI can make it anywhere\nYeah, they love me everywhere\nI used to cop in Harlem – hola\nMy Dominicanos (Dinero!)‎\nRight there up on Broadway\nBrought me back to that McDonald's\nTook it to my stash spot\nFive hundred and sixty State Street\nCatch me in the kitchen\nLike a Simmons whipping pastry\nCruising down Eighth Street\nOff-white Lexus\nDriving so slow,\nBut BK is from Texas\nMe? I'm out that Bed-Stuy\nHome of that boy Biggie\nNow I live on Billboard and\nI brought my boys with me\nSay what up to Ty Ty\nStill sipping Mai Tais\nSitting courtside\nKnicks and Nets give me high fives\nNigga, I be spiked out\nI could trip a referee\nTell by my attitude that\nI'm most definitely from\nIn New York (Ay, aha) (Uh, yeah)‎\nConcrete jungle (Yeah) where\nDreams are made of\nThere's nothing you can't\nDo (Yeah) (OK)‎\nNow you're in New York (Aha\nAha, aha) (Uh, yeah)‎\nThese streets will make you\nFeel brand-new (New)‎\nBig lights will inspire you\n(Come on) (OK)\nLet's hear it for New York\n(You welcome OG) (Uh)\nNew York (Yeah)‎\nNew York (Uh)‎\n(I made you hot, nigga)\nCatch me at the X with OG\nAt a Yankee game\nShit, I made the Yankee hat\nMore famous than a Yankee can\nYou should know I bleed blue\nBut I ain't a Crip though\nBut I got a gang of niggas\nWalking with my clique though\nWelcome to the melting pot\nCorners where we're selling rock\nAfrica Bambaataa shit\nHome of the hip-hop\nYellow cab, gypsy cab\nDollar cab, holler back\nFor foreigners, it ain't fair\nThey act like they forgot\nHow to add\nEight million stories out\nThere in the naked\nCity, it's a pity half of\nY'all won't make it\nMe? I gotta plug Special Ed\n"I Got It Made"\nIf Jeezy's paying LeBron\nI'm paying Dwyane Wade\nThree dice cee-lo,\nThree-card Marley\nLabor Day Parade—rest in peace\nBob Marley\nStatue of Liberty\nLong live the World Trade\nLong live the king\nYo—I'm from the Empire State\nThat's\nIn New York (Ay) (Uh, yeah)‎\nConcrete jungle where dreams\nAre made of\nThere's nothing you can't\nDo (That boy good) (OK)‎\nNow you're in New York\n(Welcome to the bright lights baby)\n(Uh, yeah)\nThese streets will make you\nFeel brand-new\nBig lights will inspire you (OK)‎\nLet's hear it for New York (Uh)‎\nNew York (Yeah), New York (Uh)‎\nLights is blinding\nGirls need blinders\nSo they can step out\nOf bounds quick\nThe side lines is\nLined with casualties who\nSip the life casually\nThen gradually become worse –\nDon't bite the apple\nEve!‎\nCaught up in the in-crowd\nNow you're in-style\nInto the winter gets cold\nEn vogue with your skin out\nCity of sin is a pity on a whim\nGood girls gone bad\nThe city's filled with them\nMami, took a bus trip\nNow she got her bust out\nEverybody ride her\nJust like a bus route\n"Hail Mary" to the city\nYou're a virgin\nAnd Jesus can't save you\nLife starts when the church end\nCame here for school\nGraduated to the high life\nBall players, rap stars\nAddicted to the limelight\nMDMA got you\nFeeling like a champion\nThe city never sleeps\nBetter slip you're a Ambien\nIn New York (Ay, ow) (Uh, yeah)‎\nConcrete jungle where dreams\nAre made of\nThere's nothing you can't do (OK)‎\nNow you're in New York (Uh, yeah)‎\nThese streets will make you\nFeel brand-new\nBig lights will inspire you (OK)‎\nLet's hear it for New York (Uh)‎\nNew York (Yeah), New York (Uh)\nOne hand in the air for the\nBig city (Oh)‎\nStreet lights, big dreams\nAll looking pretty (Oh)‎\nNo place in the world that\nCould compare (Nah)‎\nPut your lighters in the air\nEverybody say\n"Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on)\n"Yeah, yeah" (Come on)\nBridge:\nIn New York (Uh, yeah)‎\nConcrete jungle where dreams\nAre made of\nThere's nothing you can't do (OK)‎\nNow you're in New York (Uh, yeah)‎\nThese streets will make you\nFeel brand-new\nBig lights will inspire you (OK)‎\nLet's hear it for New York (Uh)‎\nNew York (Yeah), New York (Uh)‎\nBridge:\nEnding:","plain_text":"Yeah,  I'm out that Brooklyn\nNow I'm down in Tribeca\nRight next to De Niro\nBut I'll be hood forever\nI'm the new Sinatra\nAnd since I made it here\nI can make it anywhere\nYeah, they love me everywhere\nI used to cop in Harlem – hola\nMy Dominicanos (Dinero!)‎\nRight there up on Broadway\nBrought me back to that McDonald's\nTook it to my stash spot\nFive hundred and sixty State Street\nCatch me in the kitchen\nLike a Simmons whipping pastry\nCruising down Eighth Street\nOff-white Lexus\nDriving so slow,\nBut BK is from Texas\nMe? I'm out that Bed-Stuy\nHome of that boy Biggie\nNow I live on Billboard and\nI brought my boys with me\nSay what up to Ty Ty\nStill sipping Mai Tais\nSitting courtside\nKnicks and Nets give me high fives\nNigga, I be spiked out\nI could trip a referee\nTell by my attitude that\nI'm most definitely from\nIn New York (Ay, aha) (Uh, yeah)‎\nConcrete jungle (Yeah) where\nDreams are made of\nThere's nothing you can't\nDo (Yeah) (OK)‎\nNow you're in New York (Aha\nAha, aha) (Uh, yeah)‎\nThese streets will make you\nFeel brand-new (New)‎\nBig lights will inspire you\n(Come on) (OK)\nLet's hear it for New York\n(You welcome OG) (Uh)\nNew York (Yeah)‎\nNew York (Uh)‎\n(I made you hot, nigga)\nCatch me at the X with OG\nAt a Yankee game\nShit, I made the Yankee hat\nMore famous than a Yankee can\nYou should know I bleed blue\nBut I ain't a Crip though\nBut I got a gang of niggas\nWalking with my clique though\nWelcome to the melting pot\nCorners where we're selling rock\nAfrica Bambaataa shit\nHome of the hip-hop\nYellow cab, gypsy cab\nDollar cab, holler back\nFor foreigners, it ain't fair\nThey act like they forgot\nHow to add\nEight million stories out\nThere in the naked\nCity, it's a pity half of\nY'all won't make it\nMe? I gotta plug Special Ed\n"I Got It Made"\nIf Jeezy's paying LeBron\nI'm paying Dwyane Wade\nThree dice cee-lo,\nThree-card Marley\nLabor Day Parade—rest in peace\nBob Marley\nStatue of Liberty\nLong live the World Trade\nLong live the king\nYo—I'm from the Empire State\nThat's\nIn New York (Ay) (Uh, yeah)‎\nConcrete jungle where dreams\nAre made of\nThere's nothing you can't\nDo (That boy good) (OK)‎\nNow you're in New York\n(Welcome to the bright lights baby)\n(Uh, yeah)\nThese streets will make you\nFeel brand-new\nBig lights will inspire you (OK)‎\nLet's hear it for New York (Uh)‎\nNew York (Yeah), New York (Uh)‎\nLights is blinding\nGirls need blinders\nSo they can step out\nOf bounds quick\nThe side lines is\nLined with casualties who\nSip the life casually\nThen gradually become worse –\nDon't bite the apple\nEve!‎\nCaught up in the in-crowd\nNow you're in-style\nInto the winter gets cold\nEn vogue with your skin out\nCity of sin is a pity on a whim\nGood girls gone bad\nThe city's filled with them\nMami, took a bus trip\nNow she got her bust out\nEverybody ride her\nJust like a bus route\n"Hail Mary" to the city\nYou're a virgin\nAnd Jesus can't save you\nLife starts when the church end\nCame here for school\nGraduated to the high life\nBall players, rap stars\nAddicted to the limelight\nMDMA got you\nFeeling like a champion\nThe city never sleeps\nBetter slip you're a Ambien\nIn New York (Ay, ow) (Uh, yeah)‎\nConcrete jungle where dreams\nAre made of\nThere's nothing you can't do (OK)‎\nNow you're in New York (Uh, yeah)‎\nThese streets will make you\nFeel brand-new\nBig lights will inspire you (OK)‎\nLet's hear it for New York (Uh)‎\nNew York (Yeah), New York (Uh)\nOne hand in the air for the\nBig city (Oh)‎\nStreet lights, big dreams\nAll looking pretty (Oh)‎\nNo place in the world that\nCould compare (Nah)‎\nPut your lighters in the air\nEverybody say\n"Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on)\n"Yeah, yeah" (Come on)\nBridge:\nIn New York (Uh, yeah)‎\nConcrete jungle where dreams\nAre made of\nThere's nothing you can't do (OK)‎\nNow you're in New York (Uh, yeah)‎\nThese streets will make you\nFeel brand-new\nBig lights will inspire you (OK)‎\nLet's hear it for New York (Uh)‎\nNew York (Yeah), New York (Uh)‎\nBridge:\nEnding:","chords":[]}