Spice 1 - Hard To Kill (feat. Method Man)

[Intro: Method Man] Yeah, play times over motherfuckers Spice 1's defiantly in motherfuckin' effect You know what I'm saying? bringing it to all you bitch ass niggas So raise up and recognize, and understand that this brother is hard to kill [Verse 1: Spice 1] I'm running this niggas off their block Taking their shit kicking it to the bitches People can't lift off your spot I'm leaving your shit all up in stitches Nigga, bullets fly through the door I'll shoot you and that ho Got a cap for each nigga fucking with my cash flow Pid cap, be love cap pid Because in the neighborhood cause still kill at will Gotta keep on my pistol on tight Slanging sugar delite That china white got these niggas killing each other tonight Sometimes a turf is like a war zone Or even Vietnam, not at the movies but you still see the died come And a nigga catch a slug, caps' be pulled for fun foo You got to watch your shit before we pull a ak on your own blood Se niggas will stick you for your cash That's when they enter the t-shirt contest to super soak their ass So Method Man show these niggas the deal Let these motherfuckers know that your hard to kill [Verse 2: Method Man] Who dat nigga? You with me with the super fly Methtical nigga Who want to die? For real nigga Wow, even try to test sides Challenger your the bird with my 45 caliber Can it be that this is the S.P.I.C.E. 1 and the Method motherfucka With the guns blazing? You trail, my god, its amazing Where your punk at? Nightmares like Wes Craven The bigger the critter, the harder to pull the trigga I'll send your ass back to the dark side nigga Your a snake, I've seen you sliver, so I deliver with death We'll throw your punk ass in the river On the battle ship I'm the captain Beat that ass bloody as I send it to the camp, Tical! [Hook] S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah [Verse 3: Spice 1] Blah! These motherfuckers nutz if you want to murder me Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' G Rollz with the uzi with that shit that will make your body drop Close up your shop, tic toc and it don't stop Nigga, down for my strap niggas on their back No rat-tat-tat silencer on the mac Died come again, coming straight out of my jaws Got these niggas screaming pause Pistol whip and breaking out their jaw Yeah, so you don't want to fuck with me Many niggas out there willing to go nuts with me And light up your block and leave them smokin like some fucked up bammer Can't be caught by no Po-Po's can't be put in no slammer I don't be fucking with no snitches Ain't no body going to tell, leave your dick in the dirt And yo momma as well New York to Cali niggas are hard to kill Shit is too real, your a ignorant mutha fucka If your not riding with your steal [Hook] S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 [Outro] Capping your ass for the 94, what you know? Grab your Glock Blah! Me burst out first 'Mon We Audi 7000 G