| Song | Do Your Time - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ludacris |
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Artist | Pimp C |
| Album | Release Therapy |
| 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 |
| 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 |