作词 : BUTLER/C. BRIDGES/GRANT/MILLER/DAUGHERTY 作曲 : Bridges, Butler, 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 pus*in' 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 indic**ents 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 **** 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 b***s 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
作词 : BUTLER/C. BRIDGES/GRANT/MILLER/DAUGHERTY 作曲 : Bridges, Butler, 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 pus*in' 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 indic**ents 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 **** 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 b***s 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
