调：F# major•
Intro 1
Verse 1
F#
Brooklyn,
now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever
C#/E#
Bmaj7
I'm the new Sina tra,
and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah,
they love me everywhere
hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
brought me back to that McDonald's
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Took it to my stashbox,
560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen
like a Simmons whippin' pastry
B/C#
F#
Cruisin' down 8th St, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
C#/E#
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
B/C#
F#
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside,
Knicks and Nets give me high five
I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude attitude
that I'm most definitely from
Chorus 1
Concrete jungle where dreams are
F#
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel
F#
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Let's hear it for New York,
New York, New York
Verse 2
Shit, I made the Yankee hat
more famous then a Yankee can
C#/E#
Bmaj7
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
corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Yellow cab, gypsy cab,
dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair,
they act like they forgot how to act
B/C#
F#
Eight million stories, out there in the naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' payin' Lebron,
I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
B/C#
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
F#
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel
F#
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Let's hear it for New York,
New York, New York
B/C#
Verse 3
So they can step out of bounds quick,
who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse,
End of the winter gets cold,
Good girls gone bad,
now she got her bust out
And Jesus can't save you,
graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars,
The city never sleeps,
better slip you an Ambien
Chorus 3
Concrete jungle where dreams are
F#
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel
F#
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Let's hear it for New York,
Bridge 1
Put your lighters in the air everybody say
Chorus 4
Concrete jungle where dreams are
F#
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel
F#
C#/E#
Bmaj7
Let's hear it for New York,
F#
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