Method Man - P.l.o. Style lyrics

(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 motherf**in' ruckus Thousands of cut-throats and purse-snatchin' f**s 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, k**a hill Resident, rest in peace to my n***a 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 n***a on the spot and put a nine to his cranium I..can't...get no satisfaction, n***as 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 pa**ion 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' b**hes know the hour it be time for some action P.L.O., peace to that n***a Barryano Word up, let's take him to the bridge, Verrazano [Chorus]