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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

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, plow!

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!

Ooooooooh! 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 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 the nigga on the spot and put a nine to his cranium

I can’t get no satisfaction, niggas 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

The M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinking

O.E. all night in a 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 nigga 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

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