[Hook: Method Man & Carlton Fisk]
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 1: Method Man]
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!

[Verse 2: Carlton Fisk]
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 n***a 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 n***a on the spot and put a nine to his cranium
[Verse 3: Method Man, Carlton Fisk]
I can't get no satisfaction, n***as 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 n***a Berriano
What up, Fisk? Take him to the bridge, Verrazano

[Hook: Carlton Fisk]
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