Bone Thugs n Harmony: She got crazy

[Hook: repeat 2X]I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the doorBecause she got a little bit crazyI don't want no deranged ladyThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.[Wish Bone]I don't want another insane loverCuttin' on my rubberHoundin' me just to tell her I love herGotta give it to them big butt girlsThe ones that don't give a fuck"Just-wanna-bust-nut" girlsWhen them feelings involvedNow you playin' with fireGotta let 'em know from the gateMan, you ain't tellin' no liesI just wanna (touch that)I just wanna (couple times)I just wanna (no ties)Can a thugsta hit that there?No need to blow me up one day, we right back hereDoin' what we do, I see you like that thereBaby girl, let me just keep this fairYou do you and I'll do meCan we do it, do it like that?Keep it creepin', creepin'Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'But when it's all over, it's just overNo knives or policemen[Hook][Krayzie Bone]Now me and her been rollin' togetherNow for quite some timeAnd she been naggin' a niggaThe whole damn rideWhen I first met the girlEverything was all goodShe grew up around my waySo hey, the love was all hoodSo I figured it was coolAnd we could do thisAnd, plus she had a bootythat was sicker than lupusI had to scoop itAnyway, we started hangin' outAnd talkin' on the phone mo'And before you knowwe on her floor doin' the Grown FolkEverything was cool, y'allWe had it plain and simpleShe wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her manMore like "homie-lover-friends"She said she understandBut I can't tell she comprehend'Cause she keyin' on my BenzWhile I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on mesneakin' in my pocketsLookin' for numbers in my phoneAnd condoms in my walletThen she overdid itThis bitch pointed a pistol at meTalkin' about "We need to talk"'Cause she ain't happySo shit....[Hook][Layzie Bone]Little sweet thangshe love to flossClothes to her lip glossMakin' hard thugs turn softLookin' like Diana RossSlim, sweet and sexySomething like a little sister'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round assI used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to classBack in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and fleeBut I was young, so I let her get close to meAnd I was kinda in loveEveryday a nigga wit' herAfter school a nigga wit' herAt the mall takin' picturesAll the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the groupI'm out here missin' my rehearsals'Cause I'm tryin' to knock bootsShe ain't even let me hit itGot me talkin' about commitmentGot me climbin' through the windowWon't even let me get itLast thing that she saidSnapped me back to realityWe in the 12th gradeTalkin' about "you wanna marry me?"[Hook]