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Do Your Time

アーティスト:Ludacris  アルバム:Do Your Time  作詞:BRIDGES CHRISTOPHER BRIAN  作曲:DAUGHERTY SHAMAR D 

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[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 [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)


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