Hard To Kill Lyrics

Hard To Kill lyrics

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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1-8-7
1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7

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.