"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]