Do Your Time Lyrics

[Phone Operator:]
You have acollect call form an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate state your name: "This Darren" This phone call may be monitored or recorded press 3 if you accept the charges if not hang up

[Chorus: Ludacris]
To mu cousin Darren Ramsey stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler stay up homie
If you locked in a box keep makin' it through
Do your time Do your time
Don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike stay up homie
To my cuz JB stay up home
If you locked in a box keep makin' it through
Do your time Do your time
Don't let your time do you

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
You lookin' at a man who would die for his daughter jsut to let her breath and I'll defiantley die for Jesus'cause he died for me-give my eyes to Stevie Woner just to see what he's seen but then take'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream I dream that I can tell Martin Luther we made it but half my black brothers is still incarcerated locked up in a cell block lost form the shell shock some sold they soul others used to sell rocks look up in my mailbox I get letters from my cousin every week sayin' he wanna hit the streets but never struck a deal'cause his mouth will never squeal put some money on his books and help him out with his appeals send him some pictures of the fam and nasty pics of Shawnna if you ever have to leave I got'cha mother and your daughter born in this way of living and out youth is stuck be sfae it's safe to say the justice system is fucked up

[Bridge:]
If you doin' 25 to life stay up homie
I got your money on ice(so) stay up homie
If you locked in a box keep makin' it through do your time 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 a box keep makin'it through do your time do your time don't let your time do you

[Verse 2: Beanie Siegal]
Until I went to jail You couldn't tell me I ain't seen it all that box a motherfucker it can stress a nigga balls especially when you broke and the home base ain't acceptin' your calls and you don;t hear your name when it's mail time got them jail house barbers pushin' back your hairline fuckin???will have you stuck in that pill line your bitch miss the V.I. this weekend the food in your locker keep shrinkin' your celly feet stinkin' cantene ran out of menthols can't see how grown men wash other men drawers niggas play the phone room reckless you hit with new indictments talkin' 'bout old connects and new prices stress a take a young nigga and give him a old face or stress a take a dumb nigga and give him a new case that's shit I used to tell my walkie lord Itchy all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee I know he miss me

[Chorus: Beanie Siegal]
To my man L'il Neal stay up homie
To my man Steve P stay up homie
If you locked in an box keep makin' it through do your time do your time don't let your time do you
To my man Paul Seline stay up homie
To Abdul McKee stay up homie
Until I see you in the streets Keep makin' it through do your time do your time don;t let your time do you

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
If your people locked up you need to send them some shit 'cause it's never too late to stop being a bitch a magazine and som epictures is a niggas whole world I was down and niggas fell off so I'm ridin'witht he girls 'cause they got more heart than them fake ass dudes they ain't sent no letters no books and no money for no food 'cause commissary is so very necessary it's so close to being slavery in Texas nigga it's very scary I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home and when them folks let me go I made sure that his books was on and 3 months later that nigga cam home too and ain't no limit to this shit 'cause now his dreams comin' true I'm a keep ridin' with Bun "cause UGK will never stop and I'm a stand up for my partners 'til they let them off of lock yeah bitch and I'm as trill as you can be they scream Pimp C but now they see the Pimp's free

[Verse 4: C-Murder]
Wake up roll call you see another day gone by now put a X on Nov 25 if i'm still alive open the deathrow bars now this dean man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars
it's salvery hard labor catch the fiel red neck on ahorse while you walk it's real put a shot gun burnin' at the back of your dome 300 years left my dog ain't never comin' home one fight dude got stabbed he lost a ???? almost died in camp ???? nigga ride or cry nigga 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 pocket books 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 Mac stay up homie
If you locked in a box keep makin' it through do your time do your time don't let your time do you

[Chorus: Pimp C]
To my nigga Pharoah stay up homie
To my nigga Z-Ro stay up homie
If you locked in a box keep makin' it through do your time 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 locked in a box keep makin' it through do your time do your time don't let your time do you

[Ludacris:]
To the homeboy Shyne saty up homie
To my nigga Mystikal saty up homie
If you locked in a box keep makin' it through do your time do your time don't let your time do you

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