Spice 1


AmeriKKKa's Nightmare


Hard To Kill
(featuring Method Man)


[Method Man]
Yeah, playtime's over muthafuckers
Spice 1's defiantly in the muthafuckin effect
KnowhatI'msayin, bringin 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 runnin these niggaz up off they block
Takin they shit gankin they bitches
Peep this nigga can't sew up your spot
I'm leaving your shit all up in stitches, nigga
Bullets fall through the door
I'll shoot you and that ho
Got a cap for each of the niggas that's fuckin around with my cash flow
Peeled cap, me love cap peeled
Cause in me neighborhood calls still kill at will
Gotta keep on my pistol on tight, slangin sugar delight
That china white got these niggaz killin each other tonight
Sometimes a turf is like a war zone, maybe Vietnam
Not at the movies but still you see the dead calm
And a nigga catch a slug, caps get peeled for the high bug foo
Gotta watch your shit before we start achin off your own blood
See niggaz try to buck up your cash
That's when they enter the wet t-shirt contest and I'll super soak they ass
So Method Man show these niggaz the deal
Let these muthafuckers know that you're hard to kill

[Method Man]
Who that nigga
Yo it be I the super fly Methical nigga
Who wanna die, for real nigga
Why, even try to test sides
Challenge ya and blow the bird from my 45 calaber
Can it be that this the S-P-I-C-E 1
And the Method motherfucker with the guns blazin?
You trail, my god, its amazin
I bring your punk ass nightmares like Wes Craven
The bigger the critter, the more to pulls on the trigger
I'll send your ass back to the darkside nigga
You a snake, I seen you slither, so I deliver
The death blow and throw your punk ass in the river
On the battleship I'm the captain
Beat that ass bloody as I send it to reaction, tical

[Spice 1]
S-P-I-C-E come and gettin hard to killa, hard to killa, hard to killa
S-P-I-C-E come and gettin hard to killa, hard to killa, hard to killa

Blaow! These muthafuckin nuts if you wanna murder me
Harder to kill than your average muthafuckin G
Rolls with the uzi and that shit that'll make your body drop
Close up your shop, tic toc and it don't stop
Nigga, down for my scratch, niggaz on they back
No rat-tat-tat, silencer on the Mac
10, come again, comin straight out my jaws
Got these niggaz screamin paws
Pistol whip em and breakin they jaws, yeah
So you don't wanna fuck with me
Many niggaz out there willing to go nuts with me
And let em peel back and leave em smokin like some fucked up bailer
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 tell
Leave your dick in the dirt and your momma as well
New York to Cali niggaz are hard to kill, shit is just too real
You's a ignorant muthafucker if you ain't riding with your steel

S-P-I-C-E come and gettin hard to killa, hard to killa, hard to killa
S-P-I-C-E come and gettin hard to killa, hard to killa, hard to killa
S-P-I-C-E comin up out the bay area, pallbearea, coffin carrier
S-P-I-C-E comin up out the bay area, pallbearea, coffin carrier

The 1-8-7 (14x)
It's time we get like this for 9-4, rude bwoy style man
Jah man style original you can't fuck with the gangsta shit
Me pullin me glock back to bust cap in ass for 9-4
What him know
Bloodclot, me bust off first man
1-8-7000 G


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