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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
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