(Verse One)



Yo had me in the LQ

Yo shit was mad bumpin

Rappers on the mic was like settin off somethin

Now parties like this yo god

I like lougin observin everything inside my surrounding

Jasmine dancin wit this non-descrip sucka

Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her

Nigga

Get the urge and can't control his hand

Get a body bag cause 'mauh' he's a dead man

She was coolin sportin my table

When the dance was done she like walked back to money's table

I sat there like shit I can't believe this

I wish you was there big fella so you could see this bitch

Sittin there boo legs wide open laughin gigglin smilin and jokin wit homes

Like they use to hang out real real tough

He musta had a strong rap cause Jasmine looked gased up

Sittin there played the role of a slouch

Just watchin to see how Jasmine played herself out

They sat there just talkin to each other

I thought this kid was alone he had five more brothas wit him

Wit out girl's night ain't this some shit

If she don't recognize the game they can kiss this shit

They introduced theyselves one at a time

Saw 'em say how you doin so Jasmine say 'fine'

I was laughin but there was more in store

I saw her get up and start walkin towards the front door

I rolls too god and walked right behind em

So where ever they go it won't be hard to find em

I keep a guard you now I thought I better

Plus I keep the stash deep inside the 8 pound leather

Open doors vale was on the ready

At the end Jasmine is gonna wish she never met me

We're off two cars speedin deep in the night

I'm doin 30 on the straight away 60 on the turnpike

For Jasmine



(Chorus)

Know that i've got Jasmine on my mind

Ohhhhh

Playa freeze while I pull out my nine

Know that i've got Jasmine on my mind

Ohhhhh



(Verse Two)



Word up ain't nothin changed but the weather

Still chasin them suckas in the '86 Jetta

Thinkin different thoughts still not understandin

How 7 people got in that fuckin Volkswagen

Enough of that god yo back to the chase

Yo man you should've seen the ruckus look on my face

Slowin down cruisin on the cool out mode

Then parked in front of his house on Gunhill road

Man I started to get out

Grabbed the rope and try to hang her

Before I let this posse drop shots gang bang her

They went inside man but I kept goin

Parked across the street wit out them even knowin

Got out the car still schemin the house

Tip toed around the back quiet like a church mouse

If the neighbors looked out the window

They would surely get leerly and scream like 'BAHANDO'

Police they would hold my fate

But they didn't so I creeped up the fire escape

I saw shadow's inside a bright lit room

Which appear to be two bodies dancin to a slow song nigga

I got closer decided I should check it

I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin buck naked

So I got the gat so I have no interference

When I make my grand appearance

For Jasmine



(Chorus)





(Verse Three)



I seen a red dot tryna lock on me

I can't believe these niggas tryna pull a pac on me

I admit they had the drop on me

Probably turned the burner around 20 degrees

So I could see

Who bust me

Who knocked me out

Who tried to choak

Who tied the rope

Who left me this bitch ass note

I'm disgusted the murder she wrote

Money she oaked all of my coke all of dope

Up in smoke

Made you follow me probably so mad you wanna hollow me

But you won't be so lucky today so swallow me

Got your GS4 and your Bently rose took all of your clothes

And 99 bottles of Mo's

What she didn't know is about the dynamite in the rose

And if I get close I'll blow her cause I got the controls

At the toll on the phone wit this bitch Nicole

Said she left you in some hotel out in the road

Room 112 penthouse sweet alumni

On the 12th floor in front of her door was one guy

On some Brandon Lee shit he wasn't handin me shit

Understand me he flipped bust the 9 and he split

Had my heat cocked busted right through the sheet rock

How'd he drop he ain't the nigga I just shot

Whas goin on all of a sudden it was nothin no jokin son

Jasmine holdin the smokin gun

By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest

As I fell I'm not thinkin of death

Still fallin to a place wit more conscience though

Long enough to see her aim and put one in her throat

So I got up all shot up grabbed the Prada

Faggots probably towed my truck

You know how my luck

Hoped in bleedin to death turned left

Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death

For Jasmine



(Chorus)