(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)