Hard to Kill

[Intro: Method Man] Yeah, play time's over, motherfuckers Spice 1's definitely 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 of the niggas fucking with my cash flow Pill cap, me love cap pill Because in the neighborhood cold steel 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 Viet Cong And 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 that nigga? Yo, it by I the Superfly Meth-Tical nigga Who wanna 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 motherfucker 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 trigger I'll send your ass back to the dark side, nigga You're a snake, I've seen you sliver So I deliver with death and throw your punk ass in the river On the battle ship I'm the captain Beat that ass bloody as a sanitary napkin [Chorus] S-P-I-C-E come to be hard to killa, hard to killa, hard to killa S-P-I-C-E come to be hard to killa, hard to killa, hard to killa S-P-I-C-E come to be hard to killa, hard to killa, hard to killa [Verse 3: Spice 1] Blah! These motherfuckers nuts if you want to murder me Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' G Rolls with the uzi and that shit that will make your body drop Close up your shop, tick-tock 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 motherfucker if your not riding with your steal [Chorus] S-P-I-C-E come to be hard to killa, hard to killa, hard to killa S-P-I-C-E come to be hard to killa, hard to killa, hard to killa 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 187 thousand G