Kunci: F# major•
Intro 1
Verse 1
F#
Brooklyn,
now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever
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 (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
brought me back to that McDonald's
560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen
like a Simmons whippin' pastry
F#
Cruisin' down 8th St, 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 five
A#
Nigga I be Spike'd out,
I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude attitude
that I'm most definitely from
Chorus 1
Concrete jungle where dreams are
C#
There's nothin' you can't do
F#
B
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel
C#
Big lights will inspire you
F#
B
Let's hear it for New York,
New York, New York
Verse 2
F#
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat
more famous then 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 melting pot,
corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair,
they act like they forgot how to act
F#
Eight million stories, out there in the naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
B
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' payin' Lebron,
I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
F#
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
long live the World Trade
Long live the king king yo,
I'm from the Empire State that's
Chorus 2
Concrete jungle where dreams are
C#
There's nothin' you can't do
F#
B
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel
C#
Big lights will inspire you
F#
B
Let's hear it for New York,
Verse 3
New York, New York
F#
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick,
the sidelines is
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
End of the winter gets cold,
en vogue, with your skin out
B
City of sin, it's a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad,
the city's filled with them
F#
Mommy 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
graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars,
addicted to the limelight
A#
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps,
better slip you an Ambien
Chorus 3
Concrete jungle where dreams are
C#
There's nothin' you can't do
F#
B
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel
C#
Big lights will inspire you
F#
B
Let's hear it for New York,
Bridge 1
New York, New York
B
One hand in the air for the big city
C#
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
D#m
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air everybody say
A#
"Yeah, yeah" (come on, come on, come on)
Chorus 4
B
"Yeah, yeah" In New York (ayy, ah-ha)
Concrete jungle where dreams are
C#
There's nothin' you can't do
F#
B
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel
C#
Big lights will inspire you
F#
B
Let's hear it for New York,
New York, New York
F#
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