Hard To Kill lyrics

Artist  : Spice 1 
Song : Hard To Kill



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