Jasmine

On some Brandon Lee shit he wasn't handin' me shit
Wit' out girl's night ain't this some shit
Sittin' there boo legs wide open
Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
Yo, man you should have seen the ruckus look on my face
If the neighbors looked out the window
I was laughin' but there was more in store
I can't believe these niggas tryna pull a pac on me
Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her
Who tried to choak, who tied the rope, who left me this bitch ass note
How did he drop he ain't the nigga I just shot
They would surely get leery and scream like, "Bahando"

Long enough to see her aim and put one in her throat
I thought this kid was alone he had five more brothas wit' him

Jasmine holdin' the smokin' gun
I saw shadow's inside a bright lit room
Still fallin' to a place wit' more conscience though
I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin' buck naked
I wish you was there big fella so you could see this bitch
I keep a guard you now I thought I better

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

Parked across the street wit' out them even knowin'
When I make my grand appearance for Jasmine
We're off two cars speedin' deep in the night
Slowin' down cruisin' on the cool out mode
Thinkin' different thoughts still not understandin'
She was coolin' sportin' my table
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
Probably turned the burner around 20 degrees
If she don't recognize the game they can kiss this shit

Said she left you in some hotel out in the road
Whas goin' on all of a sudden it was nothin' no jokin' son
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
I got closer decided I should check it
They sat there just talkin' to each other
Money she soaked all of my coke all of dope up in smoke
Tip toed around the back quiet like a church mouse
Which appear to be two bodies dancin' to a slow song nigga
Made you follow me probably so mad you wanna hollow me
They went inside man but I kept goin'
Open doors vale was on the ready

Got out the car still schemin' the house

So I got the gat so I have no interference
Hoped in bleedin' to death turned left

And 99 bottles of Mo's
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh
I saw her get up and start walkin' towards the front door
I admit they had the drop on me
And if I get close I'll blow her 'cause I got the controls
Room 112 penthouse sweet alumni
Police they would hold my fate

For Jasmine
So where ever they go it won't be hard to find 'em
But you won't be so lucky today so swallow me
Jasmine dancin' wit' this nondescript sucka
Get a body bag cause mauh he's a dead man
Saw 'em say how you doin' so Jasmine say, "Fine"
How 7 people got in that fuckin' Volkswagen
Plus I keep the stash deep inside the 8 pound leather

At the end Jasmine is gonna wish she never met me

Faggots probably towed my truck you know how my luck
Word up ain't nothin' changed but the weather

Playa freeze while I pull out my nine
So I got up all shot up grabbed the Prada
I rolls too God and walked right behind 'em
Then parked in front of his house on Gun hill road
Before I let this posse drop shots gang bang her
They introduced they selves one at a time

Playa freeze while I pull out my nine

At the toll on the phone wit' this bitch Nicole
Sittin' there played the role of a slouch
He musta had a strong rap 'cause Jasmine looked gassed up

But they didn't so I creped up the fire escape
Know that I've got Jasmine on my mind, ooh

I'm disgusted the murder she wrote
For Jasmine
Had my heat cocked busted right through the sheet rock

By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest
I sat there like shit I can't believe this
I seen a red dot tryna lock on me
I'm doin' 30 on the straight away 60 on the turnpike
As I fell I'm not thinkin' of death

On the 12th floor in front of her door was one guy
Like they use to hang out real, real tough

Now parties like this yo God
I like lougin' observin' everything inside my surrounding
Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death
So I could see who bust me, who knocked me out
Still chasin' them suckas in the '86 Jetta
Just watchin' to see how Jasmine played herself out
Understand me he flipped bust the 9 and he split
What she didn't know is about the dynamite in the rose
Nigga get the urge and can't control his hand

Man I started to get out grabbed the rope and try to hang her
Enough of that God yo back to the chase
Laughin' gigglin' smilin' and jokin' wit' homes
Got your GS4 and your Bentley rose took all of your clothes