Do Your Time Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

[Lady] 

You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility 

Inmate, state your name (Darren) 

This phone call may be monitored and recorded 

Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up 

[Ludacris] 

To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie 

To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie 

If you locked in the box keep making 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 cause J.B., stay up homie 

If you locked in the box keep making it through 

Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you 

You looking 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 cause 

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 living and our youth is 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 making 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 making it through 

Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you 

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[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 balls 

Especially when you broke and home base ain't accepting your calls 

And you don't hear your name when it's mail time 

Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushing back on your hairline 

Fucking ? will have you stuck in that pill line 

Your bitch miss the V-I this weekend 

The food in your locker keeps shrinking, your celly feet stinking 

The canteen ran out of menthol's 

Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers 

Niggas play the phone room reckless and get hit with new indictments 

Talking 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 making it through 

Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you 

Photos 

[Pimp C] 

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 out so I'm riding 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 coming true 

I'ma keep riding with Bun cause UGK will never stop 

And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot (yeah) 

Bitch, and I'm as trill as you can be 

They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go) 

[C-Murder] 

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 walking parking million dollar cars 

It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel 

Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real 

With a shotgun, burning at the back of your dome 

300 years left, my dog ain't never coming 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 making it through 

Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you 

[Pimp C] 

To my nigga Pharoahe (stay up homie) 

To my nigga Z-Ro (stay up homie) 

If you're locked in the box keep making 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 making it through 

Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you 

[Ludacris] 

To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie 

To my nigga Mystikal, stay up homie 

If you locked in the box keep making it through 

Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you