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(Verse One) |
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Yo had me in the LQ |
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Yo shit was mad bumpin |
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Rappers on the mic was like settin off somethin |
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Now parties like this yo god |
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I like lougin observin everything inside my surrounding |
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Jasmine dancin wit this non-descrip sucka |
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Okay cool as long as the sucka don't touch her |
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Nigga |
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Get the urge and can't control his hand |
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Get a body bag cause 'mauh' he's a dead man |
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She was coolin sportin my table |
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When the dance was done she like walked back to money's table |
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I sat there like shit I can't believe this |
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I wish you was there big fella so you could see this bitch |
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Sittin there boo legs wide open laughin gigglin smilin and jokin wit homes |
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Like they use to hang out real real tough |
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He musta had a strong rap cause Jasmine looked gased up |
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Sittin there played the role of a slouch |
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Just watchin to see how Jasmine played herself out |
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They sat there just talkin to each other |
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I thought this kid was alone he had five more brothas wit him |
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Wit out girl's night ain't this some shit |
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If she don't recognize the game they can kiss this shit |
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They introduced theyselves one at a time |
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Saw 'em say how you doin so Jasmine say 'fine' |
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I was laughin but there was more in store |
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I saw her get up and start walkin towards the front door |
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I rolls too god and walked right behind em |
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So where ever they go it won't be hard to find em |
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I keep a guard you now I thought I better |
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Plus I keep the stash deep inside the 8 pound leather |
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Open doors vale was on the ready |
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At the end Jasmine is gonna wish she never met me |
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We're off two cars speedin deep in the night |
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I'm doin 30 on the straight away 60 on the turnpike |
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For Jasmine |
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(Chorus) |
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Know that i've got Jasmine on my mind |
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Ohhhhh |
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Playa freeze while I pull out my nine |
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Know that i've got Jasmine on my mind |
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Ohhhhh |
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(Verse Two) |
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Word up ain't nothin changed but the weather |
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Still chasin them suckas in the '86 Jetta |
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Thinkin different thoughts still not understandin |
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How 7 people got in that ****in Volkswagen |
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Enough of that god yo back to the chase |
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Yo man you should've seen the ruckus look on my face |
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Slowin down cruisin on the cool out mode |
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Then parked in front of his house on Gunhill road |
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Man I started to get out |
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Grabbed the rope and try to hang her |
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Before I let this posse drop shots gang bang her |
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They went inside man but I kept goin |
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Parked across the street wit out them even knowin |
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Got out the car still schemin the house |
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Tip toed around the back quiet like a church mouse |
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If the neighbors looked out the window |
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They would surely get leerly and scream like 'BAHANDO' |
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Police they would hold my fate |
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But they didn't so I creeped up the fire escape |
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I saw shadow's inside a bright lit room |
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Which appear to be two bodies dancin to a slow song nigga |
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I got closer decided I should check it |
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I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin buck naked |
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So I got the gat so I have no interference |
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When I make my grand appearance |
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For Jasmine |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse Three) |
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I seen a red dot tryna lock on me |
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I can't believe these niggas tryna pull a pac on me |
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I admit they had the drop on me |
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Probably turned the burner around 20 degrees |
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So I could see |
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Who bust me |
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Who knocked me out |
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Who tried to choak |
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Who tied the rope |
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Who left me this bitch ass note |
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I'm disgusted the murder she wrote |
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Money she oaked all of my coke all of dope |
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Up in smoke |
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Made you follow me probably so mad you wanna hollow me |
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But you won't be so lucky today so swallow me |
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Got your GS4 and your Bently rose took all of your clothes |
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And 99 bottles of Mo's |
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What she didn't know is about the dynamite in the rose |
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And if I get close I'll blow her cause I got the controls |
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At the toll on the phone wit this bitch Nicole |
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Said she left you in some hotel out in the road |
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Room 112 penthouse sweet alumni |
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On the 12th floor in front of her door was one guy |
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On some Brandon Lee shit he wasn't handin me shit |
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Understand me he flipped bust the 9 and he split |
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Had my heat cocked busted right through the sheet rock |
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How'd he drop he ain't the nigga I just shot |
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Whas goin on all of a sudden it was nothin no jokin son |
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Jasmine holdin the smokin gun |
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By the time I realized I caught two in the chest had the vest |
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As I fell I'm not thinkin of death |
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Still fallin to a place wit more conscience though |
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Long enough to see her aim and put one in her throat |
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So I got up all shot up grabbed the Prada |
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Faggots probably towed my truck |
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You know how my luck |
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Hoped in bleedin to death turned left |
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Thought of Jasmine and how she went out to the death |
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For Jasmine |
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(Chorus) |