OG Style - 10 B 3 lyrics

Sittin in the county and I stake out Lookin at the window thinkin should I break out Honey Bun steps on the set They call him Honey Bun but he's kinda hard, bet And Vince is a madman Crazy motherf**er with a gun in his right hand The new house steps in for the new air And Lala calls 'em to the square He's a white boy so they wanna gank I got a shank, motherf**er better think 10 B 3 is the location of the cell block Where the deputies are happy when they clock out The boss comes in and hollers, "Rec time" I'm my own boss, I got my own mind Little Robert is a kid that you shouldn't trust Motherf**er tried him out bit the f**in dust The deputies ran to the cell block The posse's in effect, so we bailed out Made it to the elevator swiftly Takin out the cameras was easy Then jetted through the first door Went to get some guns and we'd meet 'em on the sixth floor The plan was to escape from this hell hole They couldn't stop us, cause 10 B 3 was too cold Shots were fired and a lot of people died f** a trustee, n***a's on the other side I knew a homie who's a sergeant But the brother wore a badge and a gun so I dodged him If we ever met face to face I'd buck him down and I'd shoot him in his f**in face Cause this is a crew song And if you ain't down with B 3 you gettin clicked on Gary West was strapped with a gat Shot a guard in his back as we ransacked Headed for the first floor The hard part, but we was ready for a real war Yo man, that was the easy part, man Gettin out that motherf**in cell, man But yo, we get out this elevator, man We gotta start bustin a** (Man, f** them motherf**ers) Here is the set and the action as it takes place We on the first floor headed for the big chase Over the loudspeaker they shouted red alert The deputies were goin bezerk Out of the elevators we crept out Honey Bun and Vincent fired as we stepped out A lady deputy spotted us and she yelled, "Stop" I said yo, she turned her head and all you heard was pop By now they knew we wasn't fakin Blood over the floor, bodies layin there shakin One of the homies got popped It was police, I figured he was an undercover cop I guess he knew he wouldn't take that That's why he's layin on the floor, .45 bullet in his back Lala made it to the computer room A guard followed him, so that's where he met his doom As he erased all the records of the cell block The captain caught him so he turned and he shot By now HPD was notified But little did they know the outcome would be a homicide Better yet a ma**acre, a disaster 10 B 3 comin atcha Yo man, there is Boss in the van, man And five-o right across the motherf**in street Man f** that man Yo man, let's just get to the hideout man, see where we go from there Aight bet Back in the city in the streets we dwell It is better to be free than in a f**in cell They couldn't take us when they tried to So if you ever heard the B 3 soft you bein lied to Wait a minute before we step light Vince, make the block and make sure that the escape's tight There's nobody who can swallow us Two blue suits lay in peace who tried to follow us The posse's safe, we in our hideout The mood is mellow, the noise has died out Makin plans for the future to come Money on our mind, Harold says, "Let's go get some" Robert looks out the window He yelled, "Jump out boys at the front door!" It was time for the fun to end, or begin Either way B 3 couldn't win Kicked in the door and they yelled out, "Freeze!" "Everybody on their motherf**in knees!" Honey Bun reached for the cop's gun Now 10 B 3 is minus one From out the backroom Harold shoots Now a cop wears a red and a blue suit Gun's empty and he flees from the scene Shot from behind Harold dead at 17 Gary West and Vince broke out runnin Out the backdoor, HPD gunnin Layin in the backyard, blood and buckshots Pushin up daisies cause they went the wrong route Yo E, told 'em motherf**ers was comin the other way, man sh** man (10 B 3 comin atcha) But yo, we can't sweat that, gee So why don't we just call Scarface and get our dope Aight