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