P.L.O. Style (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 motherfuckin ruckus Thousands of cut-throats and purse-snatchin fucks 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, killa hill Resident, rest in peace to my nigga 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 nigga on the spot and put a nine to his cranium I.can't... get no satisfaction, niggas 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 passion 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 Bitches know the hour it be time for some action P.L.O., peace to that nigga Barryano Word up, let's take him to the bridge, Verrazano Chorus