Hard To Kill Lyrics by Spice 1

Hard To Kill Lyrics

    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

    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.

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