the headpiece there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal murder, underground beef for the burger P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never
a> [Method Man] All I hear is gun shots Can I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?! Nigga want Tical, make it happen You know my fuckin style, fuck
, lost the tan in the mist On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin The hand that
(feat. Method Man) [Intro: Streetlife (Method Man)] Yeah.... the coming is everything (Just when you thought it was safe I got to slap taste out ya
you compare to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah The struggle goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how
his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner
is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade
hard copy novel Throw you off the Verrazano We swimmin with these sharks, yo I rate bodyguard Stamp my initial in your birthmark P.L.O., bust like a calico
son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow React slow nigga and get, P.L.O. By the lone gunner, who