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                        Gb
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
                 Gb
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
              Gb
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
               Gb
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
                                 Gb
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can’t do
              Bmaj7
Now you’re in New York
                                 Gb
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
                Gb
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
               Gb
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
              Gb
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:
   Bmaj7
In New York
                                 Gb
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can’t do
              Bmaj7
Now you’re in New York
                                 Gb
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


Gb
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
Gb
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
Gb
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
Gb
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:
   Bmaj7
In New York
                                 Gb
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can’t do
              Bmaj7
Now you’re in New York
                                 Gb
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


B
One hand in the air for the big city

Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
Db
No place in the World that can compare
Ebm                                         Bb
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah

Come on, come, yeah

Chorus:
   Bmaj7
In New York
                                 Gb
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There's nothing you can’t do
              Bmaj7
Now you’re in New York
                                 Gb
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
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