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