[Intro]
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F#
Yeah
[Verse 1]
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B F#
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
B
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 hola, my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
B
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry
F#
Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
B
Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, 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 sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
[Pre-Chorus (1)]
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A#m
Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
B
In New York
[Chorus (1)]
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F#
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
C#
There's nothin' you can't do
B
Now you're in New York
F#
These streets will make you feel brand-new
C#
Big lights will inspire you
B
Let's hear it for New York
New York, New York
[Verse 2]
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F#
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
B
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
F#
Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop
B
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
F#
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
B
Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
F#
Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley
Labor Day Parade rest in peace, Bob Marley
[Pre-Chorus (2)]
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A#m
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king, yo I'm from the Empire State, that's
B
In New York
[Verse 3]
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F#
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
B
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse don't bite the apple, Eve!
F#
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
B
City of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
F#
Mami, took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
B
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
F#
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
[Pre-Chorus (3)]
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A#m
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien
B
In New York
[Interlude]
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B
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
C#
No place in the world that could compare
D#m
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
A#m
"Yeah, yeah"
"Yeah, yeah"
B
In New York
[Chorus (2)]
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F#
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
C#
There's nothin' you can't do
B
Now you're in New York
F#
These streets will make you feel brand-new
C#
Big lights will inspire you
B
Let's hear it for New York
F#
New York, New York