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Title: Jasmine  
 

(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)

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