P.L.O. Style (feat. Carlton Fisk)

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

Here comes the ruckus, the motherfucking ruckus

Thousands of cut-throats and crumb-snatching fuckers

Straight from the brain, I'll be giving you the pain, anger

Coming from the 36th Chamber, bang

Tical, hitting with the Buddha-Fist style

Shotgun slamming in your chestpiece, blaow

Frame 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

Oh, what a tangled web we weave

When first we practice to deceive

Guns be clicking, running with my clan, we be sticking

Whatever, my street family stays together

Represent what I invent, Killa Hill resident

Rest in peace to my ****, 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 **** on the spot and put a nine to his cranium

I can't get no satisfaction, **** 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

It's the M-E-T-H-O-D, got me drinking

OE all night in the 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 ****, 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, style