Tonalité : Eb major
Verse 1
F#m
Hey, yo,
Suits.
A
Probably gonna want some pasta after
B
this one, you know what mean?
A
Not too spicy.
F#m
Look.
New
York.
New
York.
New
New
B
A
F#m
York.
New
York.
A
B
City.
A
F#m
Let me tell you what's up with all these
New
York cats
They got too rich and lost the grip on rap
A
They let the country boys
take over the soundtrack
B
And blow the
A
Superman cape straight off their back
F#m
Now everybody know
where all the flavors at
And if there's any drama
I'll be handling that
A
I gotta switch the singles and
walk in the fall back
B
A
Late night conference calls and all that
F#m
Not the next
Denzel, I'm the first
LL
I remember where I came from,
hot since day one
A
Queens in the building,
I spank these children
B
But not seeing that I switch styles
A
like a chameleon
F#m
A lot of wanna be kings,
but I'm the real one
All these cats playing dumb,
they know the deal, son
A
Use rap like caps, I will peel one
B
A
And your reign is over,
nigga, here comes
F#m
New
York,
New
York
A
In a city that doesn't sleep
A
F#m
York,
New
York
Farmer, stand up
New
A
B
York is a city that doesn't sleep
F#m
New
York is
party people, now here's the situation
All these cats is lyin',
they have huge imaginations
A
They ain't freestylin',
them niggas is freebasin'
B
It's like a epidemic,
A
F#m
the beats they keep wastin'
Feels like the 80's again, back to basics
Hit em with the raw shit,
niggas is gon' chase it
A
And get addicted to how I spit it
B
A
F#m
I treat my beef like a blunt lick and split it
My shit's wicked, fiends can't forget it
Take it in your lungs,
you're done, you get lifted
A
Too many debates about what
Mr.
Smith did
B
What can I say, nigga?
A
F#m
God's good, I'm gifted
But I won't hit you with
the same old money rap
Cause most of them money rappers
need to give you your money back
A
I'm just your man next door,
sharp hood cat
B
A
I want the crown back, boy,
you don't deserve that
F#m
New
York,
New
York
A
B
In a city that doesn't sleep
New
A
F#m
York,
New
York
New
A
B
York is a city that doesn't sleep
New
A
York
F#m
Just when you thought
that I was coming down
I pulled the
George
Bush and I bombed the town
A
I got him running for cover,
ducking, running around
Like
B
A
L's on the radio, wow,
F#m
how does it sound?
I've never been afraid to set
it off on these clowns
Especially with all that hyped
up trash they put down
A
This is for the cats that consistently
hold me down
B
Arguing in barbershops from
A
Queens to uptown
F#m
I went to
Hollywood and let them borrow the crown
But they got too cocky,
I'm back to check these clowns
A
And I dare one of y
'all to disrespect me now
B
I'd die before that happened,
A
so in ject me now
F#m
And I'm the best,
fuck pound for pound
When shit gets serious,
I rock the ground
A
Matter of fact, where my real niggas at?
B
I got you,
New
A
York is on my back
Let's go
F#m
New
York
Gia
New
York
A
All city
That's us
B
A
Sleep, sleep as it comes to town
F#m
New
New
York
Gia
New
A
B
York, in a city that doesn't sleep
A
New
York
F#m
LL
Cool
J
A
I'm officially taking
New
York back
B
A
F#m
A
Real rap, it's like that
B
A
E
F#m
Be easy, be easy, be easy
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