Biografia:
Shawn Corey Carter (Brooklyn, 4 de dezembro de 1969), mais conhecido pelo seu nome artístico JAY-Z (também estilizado Jay Z ou Jay-Z) é um rapper, compositor, produtor e homem de negócios norte-americano. Ele é um dos artistas de hip hop mais bem sucedidos empresarialmente e financeiramente nos Estados Unidos. Em 2017, a Forbes estimava seu patrimônio líquido em 810 milhões de dólares. É um dos mais vendidos artistas do mundo na história
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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
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
Jaymes Young
Jaz Jacob
Jazmynn
Jb Rocket
Jcole