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Jay-z feat Alicia Keys - Empire State of mind




EMPIRE STATE OF MIND
JAY-Z feat ALICIA KEYS


                       E
Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca

Right next to DeNiro, But I’ll be hood forever
            Amaj7
I’m the new Sinatra, and since I made it here

I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
                 E
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my dominicanos

Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
              Amaj7
Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street

Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
              E
Cruising down 8th street, off white Lexus

Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
             Amaj7
Me I’m up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie

Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me
               E
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta

Sitting court-side 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:
   Amaj7
In New York
                                 E
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can’t do
              Amaj7
Now you’re in New York
                                 E
These streets will make you feel brand new

The lights will inspire you
                           Amaj7
Let's here it for New York, New York, New York

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

Sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
                  Amaj7
You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho

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

Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop
            Amaj7
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back

For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act
              E
Eight million stories out there and their naked

Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it
          Amaj7
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


E
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Amaj7
Blind with casualties,who sipping life casually

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

And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out
Amaj7
The city of sin is a pity on a whim

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

Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Amaj7
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin

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

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

The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien


Chorus

A
One hand in the air for the big city

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

Come on, come, yeah


Chorus


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No Capo Version
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                        F#
Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm 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 McDonald's
              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 what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta

Sitting court-side 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

There's nothing you can’t do
              Bmaj7
Now you’re in New York
                                 F#
These streets will make you feel brand new

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 ain't 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 ain't 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

Jay-z feat Rihanna and Kanye West




RUN THIS TOWN
JAY Z feat RIHANNA and KANYE WEST


Am       G             Am
 Feel it comin' in the air
         F                 Am
Hear the screams from everywhere
     G              Am
I'm addicted to the thrill
       F               Am
It's a dangerous love affair
         G                   Am
Can't be scared when it goes down
      F                Am
Got a problem, tell me now
     G                  Am
Only thing that's on my mind
               F               Am    G
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Am              F               Am    G
 Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Am        F
 We gonna run this town

Am                     G
We are, yeah I said it we are
            Am                  F
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
          Am                     G
Get y'all fatigues on, all black everything
             Am                    F
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
                  Am                           G
And our girls are blackbirds, ridin' with they dillingers
             Am                           F
I'd get more in depth, if you boys really real enough
           Am                    G
This is la familia, I'll explain later
            Am                      F
But for now let me get back to this paper
                   Am                         G
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back
                 Am                           F
I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
                 Am                   G
Yeah I'm talkin' five comma six zeros dot zero here it go
Am                             F
Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas now we squared up
Am
Hold up


Chorus:
         G                 Am
Life's a game but it's not fair
            F                Am
I break the rules so I don't care
          G            Am
So I keep doin' my own thing
        F                Am
Walkin' tall against the rain
     G               Am
Victory's within the mile
       F                    Am
Almost there, don't give up now
     G                  Am
Only thing that's on my mind
               F               Am
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
       G               Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
    F           Am
Hey hey hey hey hey
       G               Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
               F               Am
Is who's gonna run this town tonight (Hey hey hey hey)


Am                    G
We are yeah I said it we are
                Am              F
You can call me Cesar in a dark Czar
                  Am                G
Please follow the leader so Eric B. we are
           Am                       F
Microphone fiend it's the return of thee God peace God
Am         G
 Ah ah and ain't nobody fresher
     Am         F
I'm in mason ah Martin Margiela
       Am                                  G
On the tape we're screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous
         Am                                 F
We got a bankhead full of broads they got a table full of fellas
Am        G
 And they ain't spending no cake
Am                                    F
They should throw they hand in 'cause they ain't got no spades
Am       G
My whole team got dough
      Am                       F
So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro (yeah)


Chorus


Am                      G
 It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
Am                    F
 To everybody on your dick, no homo
Am                        G
 I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos
Am                        F
 Next time I'm in church, please no photos
Am              G
 Police escorts everybody passports
Am                  F
 This the life that everybody ask for
Am                G
 This a fast life we are on a crash course
Am                          F
What you think I rap for to push a fucking RAV 4
Am                  G
 But I know that if I stay stunting
Am                    F
 All these girls only gonna want one thing
Am                          G
I could spend my whole life good will hunting
Am                        F
Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cumming
Am                    G
She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string
Am               F
And up top, unh,   two bee stings
Am               G
And I'm beasting   off the riesling
Am                 F
 And my nigga just made it out the precinct
Am                        G
 We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
Am                             F
 I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring
Am              G
Reebok baby You need to drop some new things
Am                F
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
Am              G
What's that 'Ye? baby, these heels
Am                   F
Is that a may,  what, Baby, these wheels
Am                     G
 You trippin' when you ain't sippin' have a refill
    Am                            F
You feelin' like you runnin' huh, now you know how we feel (Wassup)

Am      G               Am
 Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
    F           Am
Hey hey hey hey hey
       G               Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
    F           Am
Hey hey hey hey hey (wassup)
Am      G               Am
 Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
    F
Hey hey hey hey hey
Am      G               Am
 Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
         F               Am
We gonna run this town tonight

Am G Am F x2

Wassup!