Do Your Time

To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
300 years left, my dawg ain't never comin' home
To my man Lil' Nell, stay up homie

Ain't no limit to this s*** 'cause now his dream's comin' tru
And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To my n**** Mystikal, stay up homie
If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what he's seen
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
All he did was smoke weed and drink coffee, I know he miss me
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
I'ma keep ridin' with Bun 'cause UGK will never stop
To my n**** Z Ro, stay up homie
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers
The canteen ran out of menthols
That s*** I used to tell my walkie lil' itchy

Sweet a**, you a h**, watch I blow you a kiss

To the King Larry Hoover, stay up homie
'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b****
Until I went to jail you couldn't tell me, I ain't seen it all

Put some money on his books and help him out with his appeal
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot, yeah
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
And three months later that n**** came home too

And you don't hear your name when it's mail time
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
To my homeboy Mack, stay up homie
With a shotgun, burnin' at the back of your dome
But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated
It's so close to bein' slavery, in Texas n**** it's scary
And walk around with lipstick, and a pocketbook
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
'Cause commissary is so very necessary
To my man Steve P, stay up homie
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you

If you ever have to leave, I got your mother and your daughter

To my cousin Jimmy Watson, stay up homie
They scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free, here I go
You lookin' at a man that would
If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit with new indictments

If you're locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Cream has suicide attempts, precious took his own life
All my peoples in the pit, stay up homie
Especially when you broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls
If you doin' 25 to life, stay up homie
Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my cuz
But he never struck a deal, 'cause his mouth will never squeal
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face
To my cuz J.B., stay up homie

Open the dead roll balls
It's slavery, hard labor, catch the feel
Until I see you in the streets, keep makin' it through
Talkin' about old connects and new prices
And every week said he wanna hit the streets

I got your money on ice so, stay up homie

But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream

Redneck on the hearse while you walk, it's real
I reached out to C-Murder, right before I came home

Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To Abdul McKeith, stay up homie
F***** [Incomprehensible] will have you stuck in that pill line

A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world
Uhh, if your people locked up, you need to send 'em some s***

And when him home, let me go I make sure that his books was on
Almost died, in Camp Jay, n****, ride or cry
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive

Or stress'll take a dumb n****, give him a new case
'Cause they got mo' heart, than them fake a** dudes
You gotta fight for your shoes, or get your a** shook
And until you hit the bricks, stay up homie

This phone call may be monitored and recorded
Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
When I was down them n***** fell out, so I'm ridin' with the girls
Send some pictures of the fam, and nasty pics of Shawnna
Do your time, do your time don't let your time do you

To my man, Paul Selene, stay up homie
To the homeboy Shyne, stay up homie
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
To be safe, it's safe to say the justice system's f***** up
You all in b****, sit down when you piss

Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your hairline
Food in your locker keeps shrinkin', your celly feet stinkin'
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through

Born in this way of livin' and our youth are stuck
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar cars
That box, a mother*******, it could stress a n**** b****

If you locked in the box keep makin' it through
White boys can't handle the pain at night
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
To my n**** Pharoahe, stay up homie
They send no letters, no books, and no money for no food
To my partner Shan O, you gotta stay up homie

One fight, dude got stabbed, he lost the nine
If you locked in the box, keep makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
And I'm as trill as you can be
Your b**** missed the V I this weekend