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' fuckers   Straight from the brain I'll be givin' you the pain   Anger, comin' from the thirty sixth 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      Ooh, 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 stay 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 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 protection, 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 OE all night in a M.P.V   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 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