Tekst :
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 Tekst :
Air is dry, the sun is gone
When I breathe, I breate alone
Ten times a day I cry
Just to prove that I m alive
Oh, that I m alive
I have tried to be the queen
I have tried most everything
Leads me to the same place
On my knees or on my face
On my knees or on my face
Nations fall when You speak
And You have spoken over me
I am tired of giving in so easily
The way You keep on loving me
Is changing everything I see
It s a great big mystery
The fingers on my weathered bow
Are giving out and letting go
I need You now to take me in
I cannot fight alone again
Can t fight alone again
Tekst :
And now, Miss Roxie Hart and Miss Velma Kelly sing a song of unrelenting determination and unmitigated ego.
One thing I know - One thing I know
And I ve always known - And I ve always known
I am my own - I am my own
Best friend
Baby s alive - Baby s alive
But baby s alone - But baby s alone
And baby s her own - And baby s her own
Best friend
Many s the guy
Who told me he cares
But they were scratchin my back
Cause I was scratchin theirs
And trusting to luck - And trusting to luck
That s only for fools - Only for fools
I play in a game - I play in a game
Where I make the rules
And rule number one
From here to the end
Is I am my own best friend
Three musketees
Who never say die
Are standing here this minute
Me - Me
Myself - Myself
And I! -And I!
If life is a school
I ll pass every test
If life is a game
I ll play it the best
Cause I won t give in
and I ll never bend
and I am my own best friend! 