Tonart: G major
Verse 1
G5
C5
G5
Yeah, yeah, I'm out that
Brooklyn
Now I'm down in
Tribeca
Right next to the
Nero
But I'll be hood forever
I'm the new
Sinatra
And since I made it here
I can make it anywhere
Yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in
Harlem
Broadway
G5
Pulled me back to that
McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot 560
State
Street
Catch me in the kitchen like the
Simmons whippin' pastry
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G5
Cruisin' down 8th street, off white
Gm
Lexus
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Drivin' so slow, but
BK is from
Gm
Texas
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Me, I'm out there bad style,
home of that boy
Biggie
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Billboard, and I brought my
boys with me
Say what up to
Tata, still sippin'
Gm
Montas
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Sit tin' court side,
Bb
Nixonettes give me high five
C5
Bb
Nigga, I be spiked out,
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G5
I could trip a referee
G
A
Tell by my attitude that
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I'm most definitely from
New
York
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A
G
Hey!
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A
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Bb
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A
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Bb
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Catch me at the
A's in
OG at a
Yankee game
Shit, I made the
Yankee hat more famous than the
Yankee cap
You should know I bleed blue,
Bb
but I ain't a crypto
A
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique,
though
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Welcome to the mountain rock,
corners where we sellin' rock
Africa been by the shit,
home of the hip -hop
Bb
Yellow cab, gypsy cab,
dollar cab, hollaback
For foreigners, it ain't fair they act
G
A
like they forgot how to act
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G5
Eight million stories,
out there in the naked
Bb
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City, it's a pity half of y
'all won't make it
Bb
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Gm
Me, I got a plug, special where I got it made
If
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LeBron, I'm payin' to
Wayne
Way
Three dice kilo, three -card
Marley
Gm
Labor
Day
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Parade,
Rest in
Peace
Bob
Marley
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Liberty, long live the
World
Trade
Long live the
King, yo, I'm from the
Empire
State
New
York,
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New
York
A
G
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York was killin' me
G
A
G
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Yes, I was standin' there and dyin'
And
New
A
G
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York was killin' me
And
New
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G
York
Bb
A
Soon I can leave this daughter
C5
A
world and go back home
To
Jackson,
Bb
Tennessee
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Racist blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick,
the sidelines is
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Bb
Lined with casualties who simply like casually
G5
then gradually become worse
Don't bite the apple,
Eve, caught up in the in crowd
C5
Now you're in style,
G5
end of the winter gets cold
Gm
Bb
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in vogue with your skin out city of sin is the pity on
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G5
the whim good girls going bad the city's
G
filled with them mommy took a bus trip now
she gotta 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
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G
church in came here for school graduated to the highlight
ballplayers rap stars addicted to the
limelight md and may got you feeling like
A
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a champion the city never sleeps better slip you
G5
Gm
Cm
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G
C#
Lord have mercy, mercy on me
G
G5
Gm
Lord have mercy,
Cm
G5
C#
have mercy on me
G5
Turning to bury my body
Cm
G5
back home in
Jackson,
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C#
Tennessee
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G5
We need your ambition
Cm
G
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C#
Ambi tion, we need it
Outro 1
C#
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