Good bye, good bye, good bye, good bye
And I'm only writing letters 'cause your head game vicious
I'm in Dorm 2 Low and ma' here is my address
Get some ice from Jacob so my neck can glow
I'm feeling to write her back man
I can't wait to come home and preform a show
Send that new dawn diva a quarter a pack
Baby, I'm waiting on your mail, here come the CO
I appreciate the fan mail
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
What you said? Listen
I appreciate the fan mail
Ma' it's Tony Yayo, girl, I'm bound to blow
I'ma put this bid in, the summer time is coming
Buy some dice, roll chips matter fact C-Lo's
I appreciate the fan mail
To Austin County, and did shock upstate
But then your friend can be my new boo
I see you know I'm star in jail
You only writing letters 'cause I'm heading towards the rich's
I'm going tell you what I told her on
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
I read your letters locked up in my cell
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
Send my G-Unit in my mail and package
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
I had a rumble in my house and sneak thief got cut
'Til then, keep it tight like the Holy Virgin Mary
It's your pimp your player, sincerely yours
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
Whats today's date and today's time
And when you come to my visit, don't wear no draws
Give me ten days, I'ma write you back
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
From his ear to his chin got his ass striped up
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
1 just got off the jet with 50 and EM
Dear groupie lights out, girl, it's time to go
Now Suzie, you know I'll never try to use you or fool you
I got the phone on lock from nine to ten
I see you know I'm star in jail
I'm about to lock in so I'ma write this letter
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
I appreciate the fan mail
Listen miss, exit no, you love my flo
I went from Manhattan Coombs to Allen and Downstate
Dear Suzie, I ain't have sex in a while
I see you know I'm star in jail
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
But anyway ma' I'll be home in January
I read your letters locked up in my cell
Dear Suzie, Dear Suzie
I'm in jail with my niggas beatin' off to your pictures
I appreciate the fan mail
Twist some haze, twist some hash and a pound of dro
Sit-ups, push-ups, and write a new rhyme
When it starts getting hot, po's are tired of coming
I read your letters locked up in my cell
Was your day okay? Is your mother better?
