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[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

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