(feat. Carlton Fisk)
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
[Verse One: Method Man]
Here comes the ruckus, the
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!
hittin' with the Buddha-Fist style
Shotgun slammin' in your chestpiece, plow!
blown all over the terrain
Like a man without no arms you can't hang
Time for a change of
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!
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'
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
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
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