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Artist/Band: Ludacris
Lyrics for Song: Do Your Time
Lyrics for Album: Release Therapy [2006]



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


Album Lyrics: Release Therapy [2006]


Ludacris
"Release Therapy [2006]"


1. Warning (Intro)
2. Grew Up a Screw Up
3. money maker
4. Girls Gone Wild
5. Ultimate Satisfaction
6. Mouths To Feed
7. End Of The Night
8. Woozy
9. tell it like it is
10. War With God
11. Do Your Time
12. Slap
13. Runaway Love
14. Freedom Of Preach