[B-Real]
I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right
Pigs coming up and shining the bright light
Nothing 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 rushing in too close
Let me lay it on the table, forget stable
Freak niggas, coming to slay to the label
You got nothing to lose, come on choose
Stay away from niggas 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 swinging you back off away
And the track off the real, straight off the Hill
What the deal motherfucker?

[Chorus]
I got nothing to lose (I'm going all out)
Nothing to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
(I'm going all out) nothing to lose (I'm going all out)
Lighting the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
Nothing to lose (I'm going all out)
Nothing to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
(I'm going all out) nothing to lose (I'm going all out)
Lighting the fuse to the bomb (better run out)

[Sen Dog]
I'm going all out, showing y'all what I'm about
Getting in your mental, knocking niggas out
Taking this pencil, across the brain
Ain't stopping 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 want to diss em
As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up
Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement
Coming with the thunder and lightning
Shit is quite frightening how niggas 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 going all out, before the raise up

[Chorus]

Come on, come on

[B-Real]
I'm going all out, nothing to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, niggas be living in times run out
In the present smell the prescence of what you stressing
You get sent a lesson ain't missing the point blessing
Expression, feeling the tension over the session
The question, filling your body with intention
Don't mention the profession, keep adressing
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 setting 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 nothing to lose so I gat fools with this

[Chorus]

[Sen Dog]
Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again
Coming to your record shop
Check this out, we ain't taking no prisoners
We chopping heads off
And you stepping at me, you better be going all out baby
This is war baby, from now until the new millennium