P.L.O. Style (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 Owls P.L.O. style 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 Oh 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 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 O.E. all night in a M.P.V Just maxing, looking for hoes, you know relaxing Bitches know the hour, it be time for some action P.L.O., peace to that nigga Berriano What up, Fisk? take him to the bridge, Verrazano 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