Tony Yayo - Dear Suzie lyrics

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Tony Yayo - Dear Suzie lyrics

[Intro: Tony Yayo] Aiyyo Fif' (yeah) Yo Fif', I got this letter from this girl (word?) Finna write her back man I'ma tell you what I told her though (what you said?) Listen.. [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I read your letters locked up in my cell Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I see you know I'm a star in jail Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail [Tony Yayo] Dear Suzie, I ain't have s** in a while I'm in jail with my n***az; beatin off to your pictures You only writin letters cause I'm headed towards the riches And I'm only writin letters cause your head game vicious What's today's date, and today's time? Sit-ups, push-ups and write a new rhyme I'm about to lock it so I'ma write this letter Was your day okay? Is your mother better? I'ma put this bid in, cause summertime is comin And when it start gettin hot, also tired of cummin I'm in dorm two lower ma, here's my address Send my G-Unit and my mailin package Now Suzie, you know I would never try to use you or fool you But can your friend Kim be my mule boo? Give me some days, I'ma write you back Send that new don diva a quarter a pack And when you come to my visit, don't wear no drawers It's your pimp, your playa, sincerely yours Goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] I went from Manhattan coons to Allana downstate To Oster County and then shock upstate But anyway ma I be home in January 'til then, keep it tight like the Holy Virgin Mary And had a rumble in my house, a sneak thief got cut From his ear to his chin got his a** ripped up I got the phone on lock, from nine to ten I just got off the jack, with 50 and Em Listen Ms. X-and-O, you love my flow Baby I'm waitin on your mail, here come the C.O Ma it's Tony Yayo, girl I'm bound to blow I can't wait to come home and perform a show Get some ice from Jacob's, so my neck can glow Twist some haze, twist some hash and a pound of dro Buy some dice, throw chips, matter fact c-low Dear groupie lights out, girl it's time to go [Chorus]