Ludacris Feat. Beanie Sigel, C-Murder, Pimp C - Do Your Time lyrics

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You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility

Inmate, state your name, Darren

This phone call may be monitored and recorded

Press '3' if you accept the charges, if not hang up

To my cousin, Darren Ranch, stay up, homie

To my brother, Chris Butler, stay up, homie

If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, don't let your time do you

To my brother, Mikey Mike, stay up, homie

To my cuz, J.B., stay up, homie

If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, don't let your time do you

You lookin' at a man that would die for his daughter

Just to let her breathe

And I'd definitely die for Jesus 'cause he died for me

Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen

But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream

I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it

But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated

Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock

Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks

Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz

And every week said he wanna hit the streets

But he never struck a deal 'cause his mouth will never squeal

Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal

Send some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna

If you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter

Born in this way of livin' and our youth is stuck

To be safe, it's safe to say, the justice system's fucked up

If you doin' 25 to life, stay up, homie

I got your money on ice, so stay up, homie

If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, don't let your time do you

All my peoples in the pit, stay up, homie

And until you hit the bricks, stay up, homie

If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, don't let your time do you

Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all

That box, a motherfucker, it could stress a nigga balls

Especially when you broke

And home base ain't acceptin' your calls

And you don't hear your name when it's mail time

Caught in damn jail house barbers pushin' back on your hairline

Fuckin' [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line

Your bitch missed the V-I this weekend

The food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin'

The canteen ran out of menthols

Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers

Niggaz play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments

Talkin' about old connects and new prices

Stress'll take a young nigga, give him an old face

Or stress'll take a dumb nigga, give him a new case

That shit I used to tell my walkie, Lil' Itchy

All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me

To my man, Lil' Nell, stay up, homie

To my man, Steve P, stay up, homie

If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, don't let your time do you

To my man, Paul Selene, stay up, homie

To Abdul McKeith, stay up, homie

Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through

Do your time, don't let your time do you

If your people locked up, you need to send 'em some shit

'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a bitch

A magazine and some pictures is a nigga's whole world

When I was down them fake ass fell out

So I'm ridin' with the girls

'Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake ass dudes

They send no letters, no books and no money for no food

'Cause commissary is so very necessary

It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas, nigga, it's scary

I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home

And when him home, let me go

I make sure that his books was on

And three months later that nigga came home too

Ain't 'No Limit' to this shit

'Cause now his dream's comin' 'Tru'

I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop

And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot

Yeah, bitch and I'm as trill as you can be

They scream 'Free Pimp C' but not see the pimp free

Wake up, roll call, another day gone by

Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive

Open the dead roll balls

Now this dead man walkin', parkin' million dollar cars

It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel

Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real

With a shotgun burnin' at the back of your dome

300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home

One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine

Almost died in Camp Jay, nigga, ride or cry

Even suicide attempts, precious took his own life

White boys can't handle the pain at night

You gotta fight for your shoes or get your ass took

And walk around with lipstick and a pocketbook

You all in, bitch, sit down when you piss

Sweet ass, you a ho, watch, I blow you a kiss

To my cousin, Jimmy Watson, stay up, homie

To my homeboy, Mack, stay up, homie

If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, don't let your time do you

To my nigga, Pharoahe, stay up, homie

To my nigga, Z-Ro, stay up, homie

If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, don't let your time do you

To the king, Larry Hoover, stay up, homie

To my partner, Shan-O, you gotta stay up, homie

If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, don't let your time do you

To the homeboy, Shyne, stay up, homie

To my nigga, Mystikal, stay up, homie

If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Do your time, don't let your time do you