[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
  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 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 protaction, 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 relaxin'
  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
    [Chorus]