Do Your Time - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics

Song	Do Your Time - Album Version (Explicit)
Artist	Ludacris
Artist	Beanie Sigel
Artist	Pimp C
Album	Release Therapy
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	作曲 : Bridges, Butler, Daugherty ...
	作词 : BUTLER/C. BRIDGES/GRANT/MILLER/DAUGHERTY
	You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
	Inmate, state your name,
	DarrenThis 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, 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
	ShawnnaIf you ever have to leave,
	I got your mother and your daughter
	Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck
	To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's f***** 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
	Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me,
	I ain't seen it all
	That box, a mother*****, it could stress a n b**
	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
	F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line
	Your b**** missed the
	V I this weekend
	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
	N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments
	Talkin' about old connects and new prices
	Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face
	Or stress'll take a dumb n****, give him a new case
	That s***
	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 Mc
	Keith, 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 s***'
	Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b****
	A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world
	When I was down them n***** fell out, so
	I'm ridin' with the girls'
	Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a** 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 n**** 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 n**** came home too
	Ain't no limit to this s*** '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
	And I'm as trill as you can be
	They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here
	I goWake 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 dome300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home
	One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
	Almost died, in
	Camp Jay, n****, 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 a** shook
	And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
	You all in b****, sit down when you piss
	Sweet a, you a h, 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, do your time, don't let your time do you
	To my n****
	Pharoahe, stay up homie
	To my n****
	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
	To the homeboy
	Shyne, stay up homie
	To my n****
	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

	zuo qu : Bridges, Butler, Daugherty ...
	zuo ci : BUTLER C. BRIDGES GRANT MILLER DAUGHERTY
	You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
	Inmate, state your name,
	DarrenThis 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, 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
	ShawnnaIf you ever have to leave,
	I got your mother and your daughter
	Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck
	To be safe, it' s safe to say the justice system' s f 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
	Until I went to jail you couldn' t tell me,
	I ain' t seen it all
	That box, a mother, it could stress a n b
	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
	F Incomprehensible will have you stuck in that pill line
	Your b missed the
	V I this weekend
	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
	N played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments
	Talkin' about old connects and new prices
	Stress' ll take a young n, give him an old face
	Or stress' ll take a dumb n, give him a new case
	That s
	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 Mc
	Keith, 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 s'
	Cause it' s never too late to stop bein' a b
	A magazine and some pictures is a n whole world
	When I was down them n fell out, so
	I' m ridin' with the girls'
	Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a 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 n it' s scary
	I reached out to
	CMurder, 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 n came home too
	Ain' t no limit to this s ' 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
	And I' m as trill as you can be
	They scream " Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here
	I goWake 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 dome300 years left, my dawg ain' t never comin' home
	One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
	Almost died, in
	Camp Jay, n, 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 a shook
	And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
	You all in b, sit down when you piss
	Sweet a, you a h, 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, do your time, don' t let your time do you
	To my n
	Pharoahe, stay up homie
	To my n
	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
	To the homeboy
	Shyne, stay up homie
	To my n
	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

	zuò qǔ : Bridges, Butler, Daugherty ...
	zuò cí : BUTLER C. BRIDGES GRANT MILLER DAUGHERTY
	You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
	Inmate, state your name,
	DarrenThis 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, 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
	ShawnnaIf you ever have to leave,
	I got your mother and your daughter
	Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck
	To be safe, it' s safe to say the justice system' s f 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
	Until I went to jail you couldn' t tell me,
	I ain' t seen it all
	That box, a mother, it could stress a n b
	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
	F Incomprehensible will have you stuck in that pill line
	Your b missed the
	V I this weekend
	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
	N played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments
	Talkin' about old connects and new prices
	Stress' ll take a young n, give him an old face
	Or stress' ll take a dumb n, give him a new case
	That s
	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 Mc
	Keith, 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 s'
	Cause it' s never too late to stop bein' a b
	A magazine and some pictures is a n whole world
	When I was down them n fell out, so
	I' m ridin' with the girls'
	Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a 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 n it' s scary
	I reached out to
	CMurder, 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 n came home too
	Ain' t no limit to this s ' 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
	And I' m as trill as you can be
	They scream " Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here
	I goWake 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 dome300 years left, my dawg ain' t never comin' home
	One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
	Almost died, in
	Camp Jay, n, 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 a shook
	And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
	You all in b, sit down when you piss
	Sweet a, you a h, 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, do your time, don' t let your time do you
	To my n
	Pharoahe, stay up homie
	To my n
	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
	To the homeboy
	Shyne, stay up homie
	To my n
	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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