P.L.O. Style

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