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Ludacris - Do Your Time lyrics
[Lady] You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate, state your name (Darren) This phone call may be monitered and recorded Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up [Ludacris] 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 (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 (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 (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 (do your time) don't let your time do you [Beanie Sigel] 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 jailhouse barbers pushin back on your hairline Fuckin {?} will have you stuck in that pill line Your bitch miss 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 (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 (do your time) don't let your time do you [Pimp C] Uhh, 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 niggaz 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) Biatch, and I'm as trill as you can be They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go) [C-Murder] 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 Cream has 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 shook 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 (mwah) 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 (do your time) don't let your time do you [Pimp C] 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 (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 (do your time) don't let your time do you [Ludacris] 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 (do your time) don't let your time do you |
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