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Empire State Of Mind Ukulele tab




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Empire State Of Mind

Tono:  F#
	  (part.: Alicia Keys)

Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now Im down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, But i’ll be hood forever
I’m the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem , all of my dominicanos
Right there up on broadway, brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street
Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th street, off white lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Me I’m up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie
Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me
Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from

B7M In New York F# Concrete jungle where dreams are made of Theres nothing you can’t do, B7M Now you’re in New York, F# These streets will make you feel brand new, The lights will inspire you, B7M 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 B7M 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 B7M 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 B7M 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 B7M 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 B7M 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 B7M 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)
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