Do Your Time(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Beanie Sigel,Pimp C,C-Murder

歌詞

Ludacris [Verse] You lookin at a man that would die for his daughter, jus to let her breathe. And I'll defininetely die for Jesus couse he died for me. Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder jus to see what he seen But then I'd take em right back to see Martin Luther dream. I Dreamed 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 da shell shock Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks. Look up in my mail box I get letters from my cousin every week Sayin he wanna hit the street But he never struck a deal 'cause his mouth will never squeal Put some money on his books, And help him out with his appeals Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pix of Shawnna If you ever have to leav I got ya mother and ya daughter Born in dis way of livin and da youth is stuck To be safe, its safe to say the justice systems f**ked up. [Chorus] If you doin 25 to life, stay up homie I got ya money on ice so, stay up homie If you locked in a box keep makin it through Do ya time, don't let ya time do you All my peoples in da pits, stay up homie And until you hit da bricks, stay up homie If you locked in a box keep making it thru Do ya time, don't let ya time do you Beanie Segal [Verse] Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me I ain't seen it all That box a muthaf**ka it'll stress a nigga balls Espectually when you broke and home base, ain't exceptin ya calls Ya don't hear ya name when its male time Got dem damn jailhouse barbers pushin back on ya hairline Them f**kin center guards will hav stuck in appeal line Ya bitch missed da VI dis weekend Da food in locker keep shrinkin, ya cellie feet stinkin Da canteen ran out of menthols Can't see how grown men wash other men draws Niggas play da phone room wreckless and get hit wit new enditements Talkin bout old connects and new prices Stress wil take a young nigga and give em an old face Stress wil take a dumb nigga and give em a new case The shit I used to talk i walk it Lil Itchy all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee I know he miss me Beanie Segal and Ludacris [Chorus] To my man lil Nil Stay up homie To my man Steve P Stay up homie If you locked in a box keep makin it thru Do ya time, don't let ya time do you To my man Paul Saline Stay up homie To Abdul Mckey Stay up homie If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru Do ya time, don't let ya time do you Pimp C [Verse] Huh, if ya people locked up ya need to send em some shit 'cause its never to late to stop being a bitch A magazine and sum pictures is a niggas whole world When I was down dem niggas fell out so im ridin wit the girls 'cause they got mo heart than these fake ass dudes Ain't send no letters, no book, and no money for no food 'cause commissary is so very necessary Its so close to being slavery in Texas nigga its scary I reached out to C-murder right before I came home And when them folks let me go I made sho that his books was on Then 3 months later that nigga came home too Ain't No Limit to dis shit 'cause now his dreams cumin true Imma keep ridin wit Bun 'cause UGK will never stop And imma stay down for my partners til they let them off of lock. bitch! And im as real as you can be they scream free Pimp C And now see da Pimp free (C-murder)! C-Murder [Verse] Wake up roll call, another day gone by Now put a X on November 25 Im still alive Open dem Death Row bars Now dis dead man walkin parkin million dollar cars Its slavery, hard labor catch da feel Red-kneck on a hearse while ya its real Wit a shot gun burnin at da back of ya dome 300 years left my dawg ain't never cumin home 1 fight dude got stabbed, he locked up now I almost died in camp J nigga ride or cry (cry) Even suicide attempts, Precious took his own life White boyz couldn't handle da pain dat night You gotta fight 4 ya shoes, or get ya ass took And walk around with lipstick and pocketbook You all in bitch sit down when you piss Sweet ass, you a hoe, watch I blow you a kiss C-Murder and Ludacris [Chorus] To my cousin Jimmie Watson Stay up homie To my homeboy Mac Stay up homie If ya locked in a box keep make it thru Do ya time, don't let ya time do you Pimp C and Ludacris [Chorus] To my nigga Pharoah Stay up homie To my nigga Z-Ro If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru Do ya time, don't let ya time do you To da King Larry Hoover Stay up homie To my nigga Shano Ya gotta stay up homie If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru Do ya time, don't let ya do you To da homeboy Shyne Stay up homie Ludacris [Chorus] To my nigga Mystikal Stay up homie If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru Do ya time, don't let ya time do you