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

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 three if you accept the charges if not, hang up Refrain: Ludacris 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 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 Verse 1: Ludacris 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 shellshock Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks Look up in my mailbox yeah, 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 okay And if you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter I gotchu 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 Refrain: Ludacris 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, don't let your time do you Verse 2: 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 bald Especially when you broke And home base ain't accepting 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 eugh Niggas play the phone room reckless And get hit with new indictments Talking about old connects and new prices ugh 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 Refrain: Beanie Sigel and Ludacris 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 Verse 3: Pimp C Unh 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, steady let them off a lot Yeah Biatch, 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 Verse 4: C-Murder Wake up, roll call, another day gone by Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still alive, open the death row balls ch-chk Now this dead man walkin', parkin' million dollar cars 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 Three hundred 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 cry Cream had suicide attempts, Precious took his own life White boys can't handle the pain at night geah 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 Refrain: C-Murder and Ludacris 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 Refrain: Pimp C and Ludacris 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 Refrain: 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