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

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 (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