Hill Cypress Goin` All Out Nothin` To Lose Lyrics

Goin` All Out Nothin` To Lose Lyrics

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