(goin' all out) nothin' to lose

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?

i got nothin to lose

nothin to lose time run out

nothin to lose

lightin the fuse to the bomb

nothin to lose

nothin to lose time run out

nothin to lose

lightin the fuse to the bomb

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

come on

come on

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

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