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

You have a call from an
Inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name it's Darren
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
Press three if you accept the charges
If not, hang up

To my cousin Darren Ransom (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 JB (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
(yeah) , just to let her breathe


And I'd definitely die for Jesus
'cause he died for me (Okay)
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 (Woo)
I'd dream that I could tell
Martin Luther we made it (Uh, huh)
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 (yeah)
I get letters from my cousin 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 (Okay)
And if you ever have to leave
I got your mother and your daughter
(Got you) born in this way of livin'
And our youth was stuck to be safe
It's safe to say the
Justice system's fucked up

If you doing 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

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 bald
Especially when you broke and home
Base ain't acceptin' your calls
And you don't hear your name
When it's mail time
Got them damn jailhouse barbers pushin'
Back on your hairline
Fuckin' Sinequans'll 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 (Ugh)
Niggas play the phone room reckless and
Get hit with new indictments
Talking about old connects and new prices
(Uh) stress'll take a young nigga
Give him an old face (Or)
Stress'll take a dumb nigga
Give him a new case
That's 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' Neal (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 (Uhh)

If your people locked up
You need to send 'em some shit
'Cause it's never too late to
Stop being a bitch
A magazine and some pictures is
A nigga's whole world
When I was down, them niggas fell off
So I'm ridin' with the girls
'Cause they got more heart
Than them fake-ass dudes
Ain't send 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 scary
I reached out to C-Murder right
Before I came home
And when them hoes 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 dreams comin' true
I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause
UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partners 'til
They let them off a lot (yeah)
Bitch, and I'm as trill as you can be
They scream
"Free Pimp C" but now see the pimp free
(Here I go, C-Murder)

Wake up (Wake up) , roll call
Another day gone by (Gone by)
Now put a "X" on November 25 (25)
I'm still alive, open the death row bars
(Chk-chk) now this dead man walkin'
Parkin' million dollar cars (Damn)
It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
(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 (Damn)
One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost an eye
(Uh, huh)
Almost died, in Camp Jay nigga, ride or cry
(Ride or cry) cream had suicide attempts
Precious took his own life
White boys can't handle the pain at night
(yeah) you gotta fight for your shoes
Or get your ass took (Shoes)
And walk around with lipstick
And a pocketbook (Pocketbook)
You all in, bitch, sit down when you piss
(Haha) sweet-ass, you a ho, watch, I'll
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

To my nigga Pharaoh (Stay up, homie)
To my nigga Z-Ro (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 the king Larry Hoover (Stay up, homie)
To my partner Shan-O, you gotta
(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 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