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What a tangled web we weave\n When first we practice to deceive\n Guns be clicking, running with my clan we be sticking\n Whatever, my street family stays together\n Represent what I invent, Killah Hill\n Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent\n The street life is the only life I know\n I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O...\n Iranian thoughts are covered like an Arabian\n Grab the nigga who on the spot and put a nine to his cranium\n\n I.can't... get no satisfaction, niggas won't be lasting\n Long, unless they get protection, for real\n Strong, coming with my clan so what's happening\n Commercial rap, hate it with a passion\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinking O.E. all night in a M.P.V.\n Just maxing, looking for hoes, you know relaxing\n Bitches know the hour it be time for some action\n\n P.L.O., peace to that nigga Barryano\n Word up, let's take him to the bridge, Verrazano\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":15372664,"name":"P.L.O. Style","trackName":"P.L.O. 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King on guitar\nI'm the true fist of the north star\n\nOh what a tangled web we weave\nWhen first we practice to decieve\nGuns be clickin', runnin' with my clan we be stickin'\nWhatever, my street family stays together\nRepresent what I invent, killa hill\nResident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent\nThe street life is the only life I know\nI live by the code, style it's mad P.L.O.\nIranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian\nGrab the nigga on the spot and put a nine to his cranium\n\nI can't get no satisfaction, niggas won't be lasting\nLong, unless they get protection for real\nStrong, coming with my Clan so what's happening\nCommercial rap, hate it with a passion\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinking\nO.E. all night in a M.P.V\nJust maxing, looking for hoes, you know relaxing\nBitches know the hour, it be time for some action\nP.L.O., peace to that nigga Berriano\nWhat up, Fisk? take him to the bridge, Verrazano\n\nP.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls\nP.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls\nP.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls\nP.L.O. style","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.56] P.L.O. style, buddha monks with the Owls\n[00:24.09] P.L.O. style, buddha monks with the Owls\n[00:26.52] P.L.O. style, buddha monks with the Owls\n[00:29.18] P.L.O. style\n[00:31.08] Here comes the ruckus, the motherfuckin' ruckus\n[00:33.47] Thousands of cut-throats and purse snatchin' fucks\n[00:36.13] Straight from the brain, I'll be givin' you the pain, anger\n[00:39.33] Comin' from the 36th chamber, bang\n[00:41.94] Tical, hittin' with the buddha fist style\n[00:44.57] Shotgun slammin' in your chestpiece, plow\n[00:47.15] Brain, is blown all over the terrain\n[00:49.79] Like a man without no arms you can't hang\n[00:52.38] Time for a change of the guard\n[00:54.23] You've been arrested for lyric fraud now you hard\n[00:56.76] For real, check it, i pull strings like B.B. 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