featuring Method Man

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 har