[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 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 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.