Method Man 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?
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/8XIT ]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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[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.
Lyrics: Hard to Kill, Method Man [end]