SINGER: Method Man Featuring Carlton Fisk

SONG:P.l.o. Style

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