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