featuring Method Man



Method Man:



Yeah play times over mutha phuckaz Spice 1's defiantly in mutha

phuckin' effect.

You know what I'm saying? bringing it to all you bitch ass niggaz so

raise up

and recognize and understand that this brother is hard to kill.



Spice 1:



I'm running this niggaz off their block taking their shit kicking it to

the bitches.

People cant lift off your spot I'm leaving your shit all up in stitches.

nigga,

Bullets go 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

niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz the

deal. Let these

mutha phuckaz know that your hard to kill.



Method Man:



Who dat nigga? You on with me with the super fly Methtical nigga. Who

want to die?

For year nigga. 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

mutha phucka

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!



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 mutha phuckaz nutz if you want to murder me, harder to kill

than your

average mutha phuckin' G. Rollz with the uzi with that shit that will

make your body

drop. Cause if your shot, tic toc and you don't stop. Nigga, down for my

strap

niggaz on their back, no rat-tat-tat so its on the map. Died come again,

coming

straight out of my jaws, got these niggaz screaming out paws, pistol

grip and breaking

out their jaws. yeah, so you don't want to fuck with me, many niggaz out

there to go

nuts with me. And even on your block smoke them like a fucked up bell,

cant be caught

by no Po-Po's cant be put in no slammer. I don't be fucking with no

snitches, aint no

body going to tell, leave your dick in the dirt, and yo momma as well.

New York

to Cali niggaz are hard to kill, Shit is too real, your a ignorant mutha

fucka 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 ass for the 94, what you know? Grab your glock. Blah! Me

burst out first 'Mon.

We are in 7000 G