[Method Man:]
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Yeah, play times over motherfuckers
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Spice 1's defiantly in motherfuckin' effect
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You know what I'm saying? bringing it to all you bitch ass niggaz
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So raise up and recognize, and understand that this brother is hard to kill
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[Spice 1:]
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I'm running this niggaz off their block
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Taking their shit kicking it to the bitches
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People cant lift off your spot
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I'm leaving your shit all up in stitches
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Nigga
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Bullets go through the door
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I'll shoot you and that ho
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Got a cap for each nigga fucking with my cash flow
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Pid cap, be love cap pid
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Because in the neighborhood cause still kill at will.
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Gotta keep on my pistol on tight
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Slanging sugar delite
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That china white got these niggaz killing each other tonight
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Sometimes a turf is like a war zone
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Or even Vietnam, not at the movies but you still see the died come
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And a nigga catch a slug, caps' be pulled for fun foo
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You got to watch your shit before we pull a ak on your own blood
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Se niggaz will stick you for your cash
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That's when they enter the t-shirt contest to super soak their ass
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So Method Man show these niggaz the deal
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Let these motherfuckers know that your hard to kill
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[Method Man:]
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Who dat nigga? You on with me with the super fly Methtical nigga
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Who want to die? For year nigga
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Wow, even try to test sides
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Challenger your the bird with my 45 cabolar
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Can it be that this is the S.P.I.C.E. 1 and the method motherfucka
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With the guns blazing? You trail, my god, its amazing
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Where your punk at?
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Nightmares like Wes Craven
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The bigger the critter, the harder to pull the trigga
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I'll send your ass back to the dark side nigga
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Your a snake, I've seen you sliver, so I deliver with death
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We'll throw your punk ass in the river
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On the battle ship
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I'm the captain
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Beat that ass bloody as I send it to the camp. Tical!
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[Chorus:]
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S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah.
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S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah.
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S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah.
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[Spice 1:]
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Blah! These motherfuckers nutz if you want to murder me
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Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' G
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Rollz with the uzi with that shit that will make your body drop
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Cause if your shot, tic toc and you don't stop
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Nigga, down for my strap niggaz on their back
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No rat-tat-tat so its on the map
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Died come again, coming straight out of my jaws
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Got these niggaz screaming out paws
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Pistol grip and breaking out their jaw
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Yeah, so you don't want to fuck with me
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Many niggaz out there to go nuts with me
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And even on your block smoke them like a fucked up bell
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Cant be caught by no Po-Po's cant be put in no slammer
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I don't be fucking with no snitches
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Aint no body going to tell, leave your dick in the dirt
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And yo momma as well
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New York to Cali niggaz are hard to kill
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Shit is too real, your a ignorant mutha fucka
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If your not riding with your steal
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[Chorus:]
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S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah.
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S.P.I.C.E. come to be hard to killah, hard to killah, hard to killah.
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S.P.I.C.E. coming from the bay area, bay area, puffing carea.
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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 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7
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1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7 1-8-7
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[Outro: Spice 1]
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Capping your ass for the 94, what you know? Grab your glock
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Blah! Me burst out first 'Mon
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We Audi 7000 G
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Hard To Kill
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| Wu-Tang Clan |
