[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