Method Man - P.L.O. Style Lyrics
Chorus:P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the OwlsP.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the OwlsP.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the OwlsP.L.O. style...Verse One: Method ManHere comes the ruckus, the mother*****in ruckusThousands of cut-throats and purse-snatchin *****sStraight from the brain, I'll be givin you the pain, angerComin from the 36th Chamber, Bang!Tical, hittin with the Buddha-Fist styleShotgun slammin in your chestpiece, plow!Brain, is blown all over the terrainLike a man without no arms you can't hangTime for a change of the guardYou've been arrested for lyric fraud now you hardFor real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitarI'm the true fist of the North Star!Verse Two: Carlton Fisk, Method ManOoooooooh! What a tangled web we weaveWhen first we practice to decieveGuns be clickin, runnin with my clan we be stickinWhatever, my street family stays togetherRepresent what I invent, killa hillResident, rest in peace to my nigga Two CentThe street life is the only life I knowI live by the code style it's mad P.L.O...Iranian thoughts and cover like an ArabianGrab a nigga on the spot and put a nine to his craniumI..can't...get no satisfaction, niggas won't be lastinLong, unless they get protaction, for realStrong, comin with my clan so what's happeninCommercial rap, hate it with a passionThe 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*****es know the hour it be time for some actionP.L.O., peace to that nigga BarryanoWord up, let's take him to the bridge, VerrazanoChorus