[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
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[Outro]
Capping your ass for the '94, what you know? Grab your Glock
Blah! Me burst out first 'Mon
187 thousand G