[B-Real]
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I got nothin to lose, I'm goin all out
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The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
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Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right
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Pigs comin up and shinin the bright light
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Nothin better to do, than fuck with the pride
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when you hide behind your badge, your gun and ride
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Billy club show me no love, think you above
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all the fuss and the locs is rushin in too close
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Let me lay it on the table, forget stable
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Freak niggaz, comin to slay to the label
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You got nothin to lose, come on choose
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Stay away from niggaz that bring down your crew
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Whatever it takes, you make or break yourself
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with the wealth or the chance to stay in good health
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Sword blade swingin you back off away
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and the track off the real, straight off the Hill
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What the deal motherfucker?
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[Chorus: B-Real, Sen Dog]
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I got nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
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Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
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(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
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Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
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Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
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Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) Time run out
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(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
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Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)
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[Sen Dog]
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I'm goin all out, showin y'all what I'm about
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Gettin in your mental, knockin niggaz out
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Takin this pencil, across the brain
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Ain't stoppin there til the rhymes all drained
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all out my system, take em, and then I twist em
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Put em out one day and see, who wanna diss em
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As you fold I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up
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Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. Excitement
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Comin with the thunder and lightning
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Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep biting
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So I keep the writing, down for the fighting
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Cold with the flows, they both quite exciting
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And let me take space up, heat your face up
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I'm goin all out, before the raise up
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[Chorus]
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Come on, come on
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[B-Real]
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I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out
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Sold out, niggaz be livin in times run out
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In the present smell the prescence of what you stressin
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You get sent a lesson ain't missin the point blessin
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Expression, feelin the tension over the session
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The question, fillin your body with intention
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Don't mention the profession, keep adressin
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The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attention
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I'm goin the fuck out, Smith and Wesson
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You better stall me out, no extension
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Only the strong will ever be settin the pace
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When you look up I'm gone and never left a trace
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No worries, set you with flurries and no juries
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Eight million stories in the city of furies
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Don't get the twist, you listen or get the fist
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I got nothin to lose so I gat fools with this
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[Chorus]
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[Sen Dog]
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Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once again
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Comin to your record shop
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Check this out, we ain't takin no prisoners
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We choppin heads off
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And you steppin at me, you better be goin all out baby
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This is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium
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(Goin' All Out) Nothin' To Lose
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| Cypress Hill |
