10 B 3 chords by O.G. Style

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Verse 1
Em 
Sittin' in the county and I stake out
Lookin' at the window thinkin'
should I break out
D 
Honeybun steps on the set
Em 
They call him
D 
Em 
Honeybun but he's kinda hard bet
And
D 
Vince is a madman
Em 
Crazy motherfucker with a
gun in his right hand
The new house steps in from the new air
And
D 
Lala calls him to the square
Em 
He's a white boy so they wanna gank
I gotta shake motherfucker better think
10B3 is the location of the cellblock
D 
Where the deputies are happy
Em 
when they clock out
The boss comes in and hollers
REC time
Dm 
Em 
I'm my own boss, I   got my own mind
Little
Robert is a kid that you
shouldn't trust
D 
Motherfucker tried him out
Em 
with the fucking dust
D 
Em 
The deputies ran to the cell block
D 
The posse's in effect so we bailed out
Em 
Dm 
Made it to the elevator swiftly
Em 
D 
Em 
Taking out the cameras was easy
D 
Dan jetted through the first door
Em 
Went to get some guns and we
meet him on the sixth floor
D 
The plan was to escape
Em 
from this hellhole
They couldn't stop us cause
sympathy was too cold
D 
Em 
Shots were fired and a lot of people died
Dm 
Em 
Fuck a trustee, niggas on the other side
D 
I knew a homie who's a sergeant
Em 
D 
But the brother wore a badge and a gun
Em 
So I dodged him
D 
If we ever met face to face
Em 
D 
I'd buck him down and I'd shoot
him in his fucking face
Em 
D 
Cause this is a crew song
Em 
And if you ain't down with
B3, you're getting clipped on
Get it
West, what
Shrek would've get
D 
Shot a guard in his back
as we ransacked
Em 
D 
Em 
Headed for the first floor, the hard part
D 
But we was ready for a real war
Em 
E 
Em 
Yo man, that was the easy part,
man
You're not that motherfuckin' cell, man
But yo, when we get out this elevator, man
We gotta start bussin' ass
Here's the set,
D 
Em 
and action as it takes place
We on the first floor,
D 
Em 
headed for the big chase
Over the loudspeaker,
they shot a dead alert
The deputies were goin' berserk
Out of the elevators, we crept out
Honey
Bun and
Vincent
D 
Em 
Fired as we stepped out
A lady deputy spotted us
and said she had stopped
D 
I said, yo, she turned her head,
Em 
you know your head was popped
D 
By now they knew he wasn't fakin'
Em 
Blood over the floor,
D 
Em 
bodies layin' there shakin'
D 
One of the homies got popped
Em 
It was police,
Dm 
Em 
I figured he was an undercover cop
I guess he knew he
D 
wouldn't take that
Em 
That's why he's layin' on the floor,
Dm 
D 
45 bullet in his back
Em 
Lala made it to the computer room
A guard followed him,
D 
Em 
so that's where he met his doom
D 
As he erased all the records
Em 
of the cell block
The captain caught him, so he
D 
Em 
turned and he shot
By now
HPD was notified
But little did they know the outcome
D 
Em 
would be a homicide
Better yet, a massacre, a disaster
D 
Em 
10B3 comin' at  ya
Yo man, there's
Boss in the van, man
The 5 on right across the
D 
motherfuckin' street, man
Em 
Yo man, let's just get to
the hideout, man
Let's see where we go from there.
All right.
Back in the city,
D 
Em 
in the streets we dwell.
Feels better to be fleeting
in a fucking cell.
D 
They couldn't take us when they tried to.
Em 
So  if you ever heard the
D 
Em 
P3 soft, you're being lied to.
D 
Wait a minute before we step like
Em 
Vince.
D 
Make the block and make sure that
Em 
the escape's tight.
There's nobody who can
swallow us.
Two blue suits lay in peace.
D 
Em 
Who tried to follow us?
The posse's safe.
We're in a hideout.
The mood is mellow.
D 
The noise is tired out.
Em 
D 
Making plans for the future to come.
Em 
Money on our
on,
D 
Harold says, let's go get some
Em 
D 
Robert looks out the window
Em 
D 
Em 
He yelled, jump out, boys, at the front door
D 
Em 
It was time for the fun to end or  begin
Either way,
D 
Em 
B3 couldn't win
Kicked in the door and they yelled,
I'll freeze
Everybody on their
D 
Em 
motherfuckin' knees
Honey bun, reach for the cop's gun
D 
Em 
Now 10B3 is minus one
From out the back room,
Harold shoots
Dm 
Em 
Now a cop wears a red and a blue suit
Gun's empty and he
flees from the scene
D 
Em 
Shot from behind, hella dead at 17
Gary
West and
D 
Em 
Vince broke out run nin'
Out the back door,
D 
HPD gunnin'
Em 
Lay in' in the backyard,
blood and buckshots
Pushin' up daisies,
D 
cause they went the wrong route
Em 
Yo,
E, told them motherfuckers
to come the other way, man
Shit, man, yo, yo, we can't sweat that,
G
So why don't we just call
Scarface and get our dope?
Alright