Carlton Fisk - P.L.O. Style lyrics

[Hook:] 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 crumb-snatchin f**ers 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! Frame 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 barred 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 deceive 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 protection, 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 Berriano What up, Fist?, take him to the bridge, Verrazano [Hook]