F#maj7
1. Yea I'm out that 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, yea, they love me everywhere
                    F#maj7
   I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
   
   right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
                 Bmaj7
   Took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.
   
   catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them Pastry's
                 F#maj7
   Cruisin' down 8th St., off white Lexus
   
   drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
                    Bmaj7
   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#maj7
   Say what's up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's
   
   sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
              B
   Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
   
   Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....

   B                                        F#maj7
R: New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
                       C#
   There's nothin' you can't do
                  B
   Now you're in New York
                                    F#maj7
   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

2. Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game   
   Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
   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
   Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock  
   Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
   Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back   
   for foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to act
   8 million stories, out there in it naked  
   City, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it
   Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"   
   If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
   Three dice cee-lo, three Card Monty   
   Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
   Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade   
   Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire State that's

R: New York...

3. Lights is blinding, girls need blinders   
   so they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
   lined with casualties, who sip to life casually   
   then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple eve
   Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style 
   Anna Wintour gets cold, in Vogue with your skin out
   City of sin, it's a pity on the wind 
   Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
   Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out  
   Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
   Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin  
   And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
   Came here for school, graduated to the high life   
   Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
   MDMA got you feelin' like a champion   
   The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

R: New York...

   Bmaj7
*: One hand in the air for the big city
   
   Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
   F#maj7
   No place in the world that could compare
   Ebmin
   Put your lighters in the air
                 B
   Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"

R: New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
   There's nothin' you can't do 
   Now you're in New York
   These streets will make you feel brand new
   Big lights will inspire you
                     B                         F#maj7
   Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York