Ludacris - Do You Time Lyrics

(feat. Beanie Segal, C-Murder and Pimp C)

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Ludacris [Verse] 

You lookin at a man that would die for his daughter,
jus to let her breathe. 
And I'll defininetely die for Jesus couse he died for me. 
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder jus to see what he seen 
But then I'd take em right back to see Martin Luther dream. 
I Dreamed 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 da shell shock 
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks. 
Look up in my mail box 
I get letters from my cousin every week 
Sayin he wanna hit the street 
But he never struck a deal 
Cuz his mouth will never squeal 
Put some money on his books, And help him out with his appeals 
Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pix of Shawnna 
If you ever have to leav I got ya mother and ya daughter 
Born in dis way of livin and da youth is stuck 
To be safe, its safe to say the justice systems fucked up. 

[Chorus] 
If you doin 25 to life, stay up homie 
I got ya money on ice so, stay up homie 
If you locked in a box keep makin it through 
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you 
All my peoples in da pits, stay up homie 
And until you hit da bricks, stay up homie 
If you locked in a box keep making it thru 
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you 

Beanie Segal [Verse] 

Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me I ain't seen it all 
That box a muthafucka it'll stress a nigga balls 
Espectually when you broke and home base, ain't exceptin ya calls 
Ya don't hear ya name when its male time 
Got dem damn jailhouse barbers pushin back on ya hairline 
Them fuckin center guards will hav stuck in appeal line 
Ya bitch missed da VI dis weekend 
Da food in locker keep shrinkin, ya cellie feet stinkin 
Da canteen ran out of menthols 
Can't see how grown men wash other men draws 
Niggas play da phone room wreckless and get hit wit new enditements 
Talkin bout old connects and new prices 
Stress wil take a young nigga and give em an old face 
Stress wil take a dumb nigga and give em a new case 
The shit I used to talk i walk it 
Lil Itchy all he did was smoke weed and drink coffee 
I know he miss me 

Beanie Segal and Ludacris [Chorus] 
To my man lil Nil 
Stay up homie 
To my man Steve P 
Stay up homie 
If you locked in a box keep makin it thru 
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you 
To my man Paul Saline 
Stay up homie 
To Abdul Mckey 
Stay up homie 
If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru 
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you 

Pimp C [Verse] 

Huh, if ya people locked up ya need to send em some shit 
Cuz its never to late to stop being a bitch 
A magazine and sum pictures is a niggas whole world 
When I was down dem niggas fell out so im ridin wit the girls 
Cuz they got mo heart than these fake ass dudes 
Ain't send no letters, no book, and no money for no food 
Cuz commissary is so very necessary 
Its so close to being slavery in Texas nigga its scary 
I reached out to C-murder right before I came home 
And when them folks let me go I made sho that his books was on 
Then 3 months later that nigga came home too 
Ain't No Limit to dis shit cuz now his dreams cumin true 
Imma keep ridin wit Bun cuz UGK will never stop 
And imma stay down for my partnerstil they let them off of lock. bitch! 
And im as real as you can be they scream free Pimp C 
And now see da Pimp free (C-murder)! 

C-Murder [Verse] 

Wake up roll call, another day gone by 
Now put a X on November 25 
Im still alive 
Open dem Death Row bars 
Now dis dead man walkin parkin million dollar cars 
Its slavery, hard labor catch da feel 
Red-kneck on a hearse while ya its real 
Wit a shot gun burnin at da back of ya dome 
300 years let my dawg ain't never cumin home 
1 fight dude got stabbed, he locked up now 
I almost died in camp J nigga ride or cry (cry) 
Even suicide attempts, Precious took his own life 
White boy could handle da pain dat night 
You gotta fight 4 ya shoes, or get ya ass took 
And walk around with lipstick and pocketbook 
You all in bitch sit down when you piss 
Sweet ass, you a hoe, watch I blow you a kiss 

C-Murder and Ludacris [Chorus] 

To my cousin Jimmie Watson 
Stay up homie 
To my homeboy Mac 
Stay up homie 
If ya locked in a box keep make it thru 
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you 

Pimp C and Ludacris [Chorus] 
To my nigga Pharoah 
Stay up homie 
To my nigga Z-Ro 
If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru 
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you 
To da King Larry Hoover 
Stay up homie 
To my nigga Shano 
Ya gotta stay up homie 
If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru 
Do ya time, don't let ya do you 
To da homeboy Shyne 
Stay up homie 

Ludacris [Chorus] 
To my nigga Mystikal 
Stay up homie 
If ya locked in a box keep makin it thru 
Do ya time, don't let ya time do you 

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lyrics submitted by brookbank3 on 03-10-2006
lyrics corrected on 25-02-2009