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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 motherfkin ruckus
Thousands of cut-throats and purse-sn*tchin fks
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 nigg* 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 nigg* on the spot and put a nine to his cranium
I..can't...get no satisfaction, 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
girls know the hour it be time for some action
P.L.O., peace to that nigg* Barryano
Word up, let's take him to the bridge, Verrazano
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