Formaldehyde Chords by Lloyd Banks

[Start]

[Verse]
N.C.                    
Every song is a homicide
N.C.                                  
My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
N.C.                   
Just let the album ride
N.C.                                           
I'm back in the zone it's two thousand and nine
N.C.                    
You on the browser lines
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I'm watchin' you niggas with Malcolm eyes
N.C.                       
Death from a thousand lines
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Accurate don't need to vouch for mine
N.C.                                                      
This little culture crime sticky pack chargin' me alkaline
N.C.                     
Fuck up your mouth design
B                              
Predator vision a falcon flyin'
    B                  
I'm comin' out to climb
       B                      
Hakeem Diesel and Yao combined
       Db              
All of my outfits shine
         Db7                     B7                   
Heavy on rocks and platinum time clarity crystal clear
                  B7            
That's how I know a picture near
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Been coolin' time to stir the pot
                   B7                         
Dapper Dan did the kitchenware now listen here
                                   B7          
My motherfuckin' business I choose to disappear
B7                            
Ready don't gotta get prepared
                Bb7           
This is my rags to riches year
        B7                                
No more fakin' now you normal facin' clown
      B7                                                
I got better terror to hold your minds than Norman Bates
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And now you don't wanna shake with the dog
                    B7           
Need my paws on the spaceship now
      B7                       
Gotta leave my mark on the town
                              Db     
Where they normalize hate and foul uh
     Db                           
Zero point four four out the truck
                        B                
'cause 'round here they don't give a fuck
B                   
I'm all about a buck
                  B            
I think it's time we live it up
B                         
You shit fresh out of luck
         B                   
Lou' and Ferragamo buckled up
B                        
The coppers wanna cuff us
                   B              
But we got lawyers to rough 'em up
                                                    B      
Strapped to the tee a fact that the trappers tap in with me
                                                B         
I spent twenty nineteen puttin' rappers back on their feet
                                                 B         
A stack on the seat I made from pushin' crack on the street
                                                   B       
But when I drop it's gon' feel like LeBron back on the East
                                                       B    
And y'all suckers be playin' inside the whip is butter pecan
                                                    B   
Three boxes from Locs we rich again if one of these land
                                            B     
Og with stripes like a bumblebee I'm humbly sayin'
                                                   Db7  
I get your family kidnapped by wavin' one of these hands
                                         B              
Yeah uhhuh niggas talk that gangsta shit until it happen
B                              
Come through shootin' backwards
                     B7                      
Blew through traffic like the Dukes of Hazard
                           B7                 
Yeah all my hoes exclusive with abusive habits
                                         Bb7                 
And me and Blue don't get no passes 'til we see you in action
                                       Bb7    
That's how they take it as soon as you make it
   Bb7                                        
It hurt 'em worse when you exceed expectations
    Bb7                               
I'm hearin' screams from the graveyard
                              Bb7         
In my interviews they tell me Explain more
Bb7                                      
It's simple I took a risk and it paid off


[Chorus]
Bb7                                        
Griselda zero point four four out the truck
                        Bb7              
'cause 'round here they don't give a fuck
Bb7                 
I'm all about a buck
                  Bb7          
I think it's time we live it up
Bb7                       
You shit fresh out of luck
         Bb7                 
Lou' and Ferragamo buckled up
Bb7                      
The coppers wanna cuff us
                      Bb7         
But we got lawyers to rough 'em up


[Verse]
        Bb7                                   
Uh when I'm huntin' there's infrareds involved
           Bb7                      
Stacked up against me I severed odds
                                        Bb7                
You teachin' who 'bout what Hang my pic up in your seminars
                                   Bb7                   
Carry forever scars fuck's winnin' like if you never lost
                                              Bb7                           
Zero point three five seven laws take a beard down like I'm lettin' them off
                           Bb7                
Three to four advances get you all some dances
                                       Bb7               
I been a champ it's just the more I do the more semantics
                                  B                 
You hot shit on your campus ain't no awkward answers
B7       B                              Bb7          B     
Stay out of motions deafen pussies like Newports and cancer
                                  B7        
Merchandise to burn up and CDs to trample on
                                           B7      
My flawless record made my ego big need me a amazon
                                                          B7           
They can't reform they shunned my name too long maybe the panel's wrong
                                                 B7              
She outta line you better check her shit workin' the fan was warm
                                           B7              
Eighteen years old I was golden brown with the tats covered
                                   B7          
Classic material crumbled up in my scrap bucket
                                     B7             
Stumbled on one of my demos caught a relapse from it
                                              B7          
Born to rise my work 'til this day it made me immortalized


[Chorus]
     B7                           
Zero point four four out the truck
                        B7               
'cause 'round here they don't give a fuck
B7                  
I'm all about a buck
                  B7           
I think it's time we live it up
B7                        
You shit fresh out of luck
         B7                  
Lou' and Ferragamo buckled up
B7                       
The coppers wanna cuff us
                                   Db
But we got lawyers to rough 'em up ■ 


[Outro]