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2000 Beyond chords by J Dilla, Slum Village

  • Am

  • G

  • Em

  • F

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Intro 1
(A minor)
(G major) (A minor) (G major) (A minor)
(G major) (A minor) (G major) (A minor) (E minor)
(A minor) (G major) (F major) (G major) (A minor)
Verse 1
Yeah, it's (A minor)
so greasy
Livin' in the D .E .T.
Believe me, you won't get to repeat
This (G major) ain't TV, we (A minor) struggle in the sea
Peace makes you steamy
(G major) Won (A minor) der how (G major) we was to
(A minor) come from the under
You can feel the heat like (G major) the summer
Cops (A minor) on the beat like a drummer
Lift you off your feet, don't slumber
Hear (G major) the Gats (F major) speak like thunder
They (A minor) want ya, run amok on ya
You better kick the swing like Samba
Stand on the streets,
moving numbers
Runners, gunners, (G major) all about the (A minor) green
Dublin, fees on the name
Buzzing, (G major) troubling, (A minor) fuzz ain't (G major) coming
The (A minor) dealers ain't budging
They standin' on (G major) the corners like, (A minor)
fuck it, (E minor) we comin'
New (A minor) shit, uh, it's (G major) like (F major) that
Yeah, (A minor) 2000 beyond, yeah
Still bangin' in your Jeep, nigga
Yeah, 2000 beyond
How (G major) we like it?
Y 'all (A minor) niggas don't know, uh
(G major) How we (A minor) want it?
(G major) Y about to bear (A minor) witness
How we like it?
Fuckin' real, (G major) nigga
How we want it? Yeah, (A minor) uh (G major) (F major)
(G major) Yeah, (A minor) one thing about the streets,
it ain't folk change
It's all about the dollars
and how they get arranged
Yeah, they hustle only (G major) way they
know how (A minor) to get arranged
You're a 2010 gangz,
niggas (G major) get murked, nigga,
Detroit (A minor) city rinsing
It's a pity when sin take
something that's (G major) pretty
Turn the gritty then (A minor) end the whole era
This place used to have (G major) soul,
but (F major) it got stole
Shots (A minor) roll, and smoking like it's hot coal
Just to keep it not swole
In this game full of players,
everybody got roles
What position you (G major) playin' at 2 (A minor) a
.m. in the morn (G major) in'?
Schemin' and dreamin' (A minor) bout
pushin' somethin' foreign
Are you the kid with no pops?
Livin' on (G major) skid,
doin' (A minor) the bid for yo' props
Until the show stops, the curtain (G major) closes
All (F major) because of (G major) beef,
you're be (A minor) neath the dirt and roses
In this land of single mothers,
thugs, bushes, and thieves
Full of metal slugs, drugs,
hookers, and weaves
And it's hard for you to (G major) breathe
The (A minor) hood tryna take us under
and (G major) question everything that we believe
And (A minor) say we won't achieve
They made us slum, where we from?
12 (G major) feet corner,
this (A minor) what you call a slum, dumb shit
Uh, it's (G major) like (F major) that
Yeah, (A minor) 2000 B .R.
Yeah, still bangin' at your jeep, nigga
Yeah, 2000 B .R. (G major)
Y 'all (A minor) niggas don't know, uh (G major)
(A minor) Y (G major) 'all bout to bear (A minor) witness
Fuckin' real, (G major) nigga
Yeah (A minor)
Uh, (G major) for (F major) real
Yeah! (A minor)
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