Do Your Time (feat. Beanie Sigel, Pimp C & C-Murder)

You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate, state your name It's Darren This phone call may be monitored and recorded Press three if you accept the charges If not, hang up 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 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 cousin 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 And if you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter 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 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 (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 bald Especially when you broke and home base ain't acceptin' 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 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 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 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 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 'til they let them off a lot Bitch, 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) Wake up, roll call, another day gone by Now put a "X" on November 25 I'm still alive, open the death row bars 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 an eye Almost died, in Camp Jay nigga, ride or cry Cream had 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 took And walk around with lipstick and a pocketbook You all in, bitch, sit down when you piss Sweet-ass, you a ho, watch, I'll 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 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 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