(Goin' All Out) Nothin' To Lose

[B-Real]

I got nothin to lose, I'm goin all out

The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules

Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right

Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light

Nothin better to do, than fuck with the pride

when you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride

Billy club show me no love, think you above

all the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close

Let me lay it on the table, forget stable

Freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label

You got nothin to lose, come on choose

Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew

Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself

with the wealth or the chance to stay in good health

Sword blade swingin you back off away

and the track off the real, straight off the Hill

What the deal motherfucker?

Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog

I got nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)

Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out

(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)

Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)

Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)

Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out

(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)

Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)

[Sen Dog]

I'm goin all out, showin y'all what I'm about

Gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out

Takin this pencil, across the brain

Ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained

all out my system, take em, and then I twist em

Put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em

As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up

Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement

Comin with the thunder and lightning

Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting

So I keep the writing, down for the fighting

Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting

And let me take space up, heat your face up

I'm goin all out, before the raise up

Chorus

Come on, come on

[B-Real]

I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out

Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out

In the present smell the prescence of what you stressin

You get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessin

Expression, feelin the tension over the session

The question, fillin your body with intention

Don't mention the profession, keep adressin

The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention

I'm goin the fuck out, Smith and Wesson

You better stall me out, no extension

Only the strong will ever be settin the pace

When you look up I'm gone and never left a trace

No worries, set you with flurries and no juries

Eight million stories in the city of furies

Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist

I got nothin to lose so I gat fools with this

Chorus

[Sen Dog]

Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again

Comin to your record shop

Check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners

We choppin heads off

And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby

This is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium