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Method Man:
Yeah, play times over muth* az, Spice 1's defiantly in muth*
in' effect.
You know what I'm saying? bringing it to all you b*tch as* , so
raise up
and recognize, and understand that this brother is hard to kill.
Spice 1:
I'm running this off their block taking their s**t kicking it to
the girls.
People cant lift off your spot I'm leaving your s**t all up in stitches.
nigg*,
Bullets go through the door, I'll shoot you and that ho, got a cap for
each
nigg* fking 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
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 nigg*
catch a slug,
caps' be pulled for fun foo, you got to watch your s**t before we pull a
ak on your
own blood, se 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 the
deal. Let these
muth* az know that your hard to kill.
Method Man:
Who dat nigg*? You on with me with the super fly Methtical nigg*. Who
want to die?
For year nigg*. Wow, even try to test sides. Challenger your the bird
with
my 45 cabolar. Can it be that this is the S.P.I.C.E. 1 and the method
muth* a
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 as* back to the dark side nigg*. Your a snake, I've seen
you sliver,
so I deliver with death. We'll throw your punk as* in the river. On the
battle ship
I'm the captain. Beat that as* blood as I send it to the camp. Tical!
Chorus
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.
Spice 1:
Blah! These muth* az nutz if you want to murder me, harder to kill
than your
average muth* in' G. Rollz with the uzi with that s**t that will
make your body
drop. Cause if your shot, tic toc and you don't stop. nigg*, down for my
strap
on their back, no rat-tat-tat so its on the map. Died come again,
coming
straight out of my jaws, got these screaming out paws, pistol
grip and breaking
out their jaws. yeah, so you don't want to fk with me, many out
there to go
nuts with me. And even on your block smoke them like a fked up bell,
cant be caught
by no Po-Po's cant be put in no slammer. I don't be fking with no
snitches, aint no
body going to tell, leave your d*ck in the dirt, and yo momma as well.
New York
to Cali are hard to kill, s**t is too real, your a ignorant muth*
fka if your
not riding with your steal.
Chorus
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.
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Outro: Spice 1
Capping your as* for the 94, what you know? Grab your glock. Blah! Me
burst out first 'Mon.
We are in 7000 G.