Method Man, Carlton Fisk - P.L.O. Style lyrics

PLO style, Buddha monks with the Owls
PLO style, Buddha monks with the Owls
PLO style, Buddha monks with the Owls
PLO style

Here comes the ruckus
The motherfucking ruckus
Thousands of cut-throats and
Crumb-snatching fuckers
Straight from the brain, I'll be
Giving you the pain, anger
Coming from the 36th Chamber, bang!
Tical, hitting with the Buddha-Fist style
Shotgun slamming 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 BB king on guitar
I'm the true Fist of the North Star!

O-o-o-oooooh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive
Guns be clicking
Running with my clan we be sticking
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 ‒ PLO
Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab the nigga on the spot and
Put a nine to his cranium

I can't get no satisfaction
Niggas won't be lasting
Long, unless they get protection for real
Strong, coming with my Clan
So what's happening
Commercial rap, hate it with a passion
The M-E T-H-O-D got me drinking
OE all night in a MPV
Just maxing, looking for hoes
You know relaxing bitches know the hour
It be time for some action
PLO, peace to that nigga Berriano
What up, Fisk? Take him to the bridge
Verrazano

PLO style, Buddha monks with the Owls
PLO style, Buddha monks with the Owls
PLO style, Buddha monks with the Owls
PLO style