(Goin' All Out) Nothin' To Lose

[B-Real] I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right Pigs coming up and shining the bright light Nothing 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 rushing in too close Let me lay it on the table, forget stable Freak niggas, coming to slay to the label You got nothing to lose, come on choose Stay away from niggas 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 swinging you back off away And the track off the real, straight off the Hill What the deal motherfucker? [Chorus] I got nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Nothing to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out (I'm going all out) nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Lighting the fuse to the bomb (better run out) Nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Nothing to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out (I'm going all out) nothing to lose (I'm going all out) Lighting the fuse to the bomb (better run out) [Sen Dog] I'm going all out, showing y'all what I'm about Getting in your mental, knocking niggas out Taking this pencil, across the brain Ain't stopping 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 want to diss em As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement Coming with the thunder and lightning Shit is quite frightening how niggas 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 going all out, before the raise up [Chorus] Come on, come on [B-Real] I'm going all out, nothing to lose, you better roll out Sold out, niggas be living in times run out In the present smell the prescence of what you stressing You get sent a lesson ain't missing the point blessing Expression, feeling the tension over the session The question, filling your body with intention Don't mention the profession, keep adressing 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 setting 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 nothing to lose so I gat fools with this [Chorus] [Sen Dog] Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again Coming to your record shop Check this out, we ain't taking no prisoners We chopping heads off And you stepping at me, you better be going all out baby This is war baby, from now until the new millennium