Method Man
Tical
P.L.O Style
[Method Man & 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 (style style style style)
[Method Man]
Here comes the ruckus, the motherfuckin ruckus
Thousands of cutthroats and crumb snatchin fuckers
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, blaow
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 barred
For real, check it
I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
I'm the true Fist of the North Star!
[Carlton Fisk]
Ooooooooh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive
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 a nigga on the spot and put a nine to his cranium
[Method Man]
I can't get no satisfaction, niggas 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 passion
[Carlton Fisk]
It's the M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinkin O.E. all night in a M.P.V.
Just maxin, lookin for hos, you know relaxin
Bitches know the hour it be time for some action
[Method Man]
P.L.O., peace to that nigga Barryano
Word up, let's take him to the bridge (Verrazano)
Chorus
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