(feat. Carlton Fisk)
[Chorus:]
P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style...
[Verse One: Method Man]
Here comes the ruckus, the motherf**in' ruckus
Thousands of cut-throats and purse-snatchin' f**s
Straight from the brain, I'll be givin' you the pain, anger
Comin' from the 36th Chamber, Bang!
Tical, hittin' with the Buddha-Fist style
Shotgun slammin' in your chestpiece, plow!
Brain, is blown all over the terrain
Like a man without no arms you can't hang
Time for a change of the guard
You've been arrested for lyric fraud now you hard
For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
I'm the true fist of the North Star!
[Verse Two: Carlton Fisk, Method Man]
Ooooooooh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to decieve
Guns be clickin', runnin' with my clan we be stickin'
Whatever, my street family stays together
Represent what I invent, k**a hill
Resident, rest in peace to my n***a Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O...
Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab a n***a on the spot and put a nine to his cranium
I..can't...get no satisfaction, n***as won't be lastin'
Long, unless they get protaction, for real
Strong, comin' with my clan so what's happenin'
Commercial rap, hate it with a pa**ion
The M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinkin' O.E. all night in a M.P.V.
Just maxin', lookin' for hoes, you know relaxin'
b**hes know the hour it be time for some action
P.L.O., peace to that n***a Barryano
Word up, let's take him to the bridge, Verrazano
[Chorus]