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Do Your Time - текст песни



Do Your Time


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








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








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








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)














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








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








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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