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 Motherfuckin' Ruckus

Thousands Of Cut-throats And Purse-snatchin' Fucks

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, Killa Hill

Resident, Rest In Peace To My Nigga Two Cent