Hard To Kill (feat. Method Man)

Yeah, play time's over motherfuckers

Spice 1's definitely in the motherfuckin' effect

You know what I'm saying? Bringing it to all you bitch ass ****

So raise up and recognize 'cause understand that this brother is hard to kill

I'm running this **** off their block

Taking their shit, taking their bitches

People's are gonna get k, sew up your spot

I'm leaving your shit up in stitches, ****

Bullets fly through the door

I'll shoot you and that ho

Got a cap for each of the **** that's fucking 'round with my cash flow

Pid cap, be love cap pid

Because in the neighborhood cold steel killers will

Gotta keep my pistol on tight

Slangin' sugar delite

That china white got these **** killing each other tonight

Sometimes a turf is like a war zone

Mini-Vietnam, not at the movies but still you see the dead come

And a **** catch a slug, caps' get pulled on a humbug, foo

Gotta watch your shit 'fore they start takin' off your own blood

See **** try to fuck off your cash

That's when they enter the wet t-shirt contest and I super soak their ass

So Method Man show these **** the deal

Let these motherfuckers know that your hard to kill

Who dat ****? You with me with? I the super fly Methical ****

Who want to die? For real ****

Wow, even try to test sides

Challenger and throw the bird from a .45 caliber

Can it be that this is the S.P.I.C.E. 1 and the Method motherfucka with the guns blazin'?

You trail, my god, its amazin'

I'll bring your punk ass

Nightmares like Wes Craven

The bigger the critter, the more pulls on the trigger

I'll send your ass back to the dark side, ****

You a snake, I seen you sliver, so I deliver the death

While we throw your punk ass in the river

On the battle ship, I'm the captain

Beat that ass bloody as a sanitary napkin

S.P.I.C.E. come we gettin' hard to kill off, hard to kill off, hard to kill off

S.P.I.C.E. come we gettin' hard to kill off, hard to kill off, hard to kill off

Blah, these motherfucker nuts if they want to murder me

Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' G

Rolls with the uzi and the shit that'll make your body drop

Close up your shop, tick tock and it don't stop, ****

Now for my scratch **** on their back

No rat-tat-tat silencer on the mac

Dead come again, pull a pistol straight out of my drawers

Got these **** screamin' pause

Pistol whippin' and breakin' out their jaw

Yeah, so you don't want to fuck with me

Many **** out there willing to go nuts with me

And light up your block and leave it 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 fuckin' with snitches

Ain't nobody gon' to tell, leave your dick in the dirt

And yo momma as well

New York to Cali **** is hard to kill

Shit is just too real, youse a ignorant muthafucka

If you ain't riding with your steel

S.P.I.C.E. come we gettin' hard to kill off, hard to kill off, hard to kill off

S.P.I.C.E. come we gettin' hard to kill off, hard to kill off, hard to kill off

S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, pall burier, girlfriend carrier

S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, pall burier, girlfriend carrier

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

What's cappin' ass for 94, what you know?

You're glocked

Blah

Me bust out first, man

187 thousand G