Cypress Hill - Nothin' To Lose Lyrics
[b-real]I got nothin to lose, i'm goin all outThe deuce never stop, i refuse to play by the rulesUptight, when you steppin into the night, rightPigs comin up and shinin the bright lightNothin better to do, than ***** with the prideWhen you hide behind your badge, your gun and rideBilly club show me no love, think you aboveAll the fuss and the locs is rushin in too closeLet me lay it on the table, forget stableFreak niggaz, comin to slay to the labelYou got nothin to lose, come on chooseStay away from niggaz that bring down your crewWhatever it takes, you make or break yourselfWith the wealth or the chance to stay in good healthSword blade swingin you back off awayAnd the track off the real, straight off the hillWhat the deal mother*****er?Chorus: b-real, sen dogI 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 aboutGettin in your mental, knockin niggaz outTakin this pencil, across the brainAin't stoppin there til the rhymes all drainedAll out my system, take em, and then i twist emPut em out one day and see, who wanna diss emAs you fold i'll sting ya, run up and you ***** upY'all get the picture, just call mr. excitementComin with the thunder and lightningShit is quite frightening how niggaz keep bitingSo i keep the writing, down for the fightingCold with the flows, they both quite excitingAnd let me take space up, heat your face upI'm goin all out, before the raise upChorusCome on, come on[b-real]I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll outSold out, niggaz be livin in times run outIn the present smell the prescence of what you stressinYou get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessinExpression, feelin the tension over the sessionThe question, fillin your body with intentionDon't mention the profession, keep adressinThe real mother*****ers in the crowd pay attentionI'm goin the ***** out, smith and wessonYou better stall me out, no extensionOnly the strong will ever be settin the paceWhen you look up i'm gone and never left a traceNo worries, set you with flurries and no juriesEight million stories in the city of furiesDon't get the twist, you listen or get the fistI got nothin to lose so i gat fools with thisChorus[sen dog]Oh yeah, cypress hill massive once againComin to your record shopCheck this out, we ain't takin no prisonersWe choppin heads offAnd you steppin at me, you better be goin all out babyThis is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium
