[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 $#&@ 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 ^!$$%z, comin to slay to the label
You got nothin to lose, come on choose

Stay away from ^!$$%z 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 mother$#&@er?


[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 ^!$$%z 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 (*##$ up
Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement

Comin with the thunder and lightning
%#@! is quite frightening how ^!$$%z 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, ^!$$%z 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 mother$#&@ers in the crowd pay attention
I'm goin the $#&@ 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