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 purse snatchin' fucks

Straight from the brain I'll be givin you the pain anger

Comin' from the thirty sixth chamber bang!

'Tical hittin' with the Buddha fist style

Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, 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! Ooh! What a tangled web we weave

When first we practice to deceive

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

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

*** a nigga on the spot and put a nine to his cranium

I can't get no satisfaction, niggas won't be lastin'

Long, unless they get protection, for real

Strong, comin with my clan so what's happenin'

Commercial rap, hate it with a passion The M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinkin O.E. all night in a M.P.V.

Just maxin' lookin for hoes, you know relaxing

Bitches know the hour it be time for some action

P.L.O. peace to that nigga Barryano

Word up, let's 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