[B-Real]
I got nothin to lose, I'm goin all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by [bad word] Uptight, when you steppin into the night, right [bad word] up and shinin the bright light
Nothin better to do, than [bad word] 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 [bad word] in too close
Let me lay it on the table, forget stable
Freak [bad word] to slay to the label
You got nothin to [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
 [bad word]  B-Real, Sen Dog]

I got nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) [bad word] out
(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Lightin the fuse to the bomb [bad word] out)
Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Nothin to lose (You gonna fall out) [bad word] out
(I'm goin all out) Nothin to lose (I'm goin all out)
Lightin the fuse to the bomb [bad word] 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 [bad word] up and you [bad word] up
Y'all get the picture, just call Mr. [bad word] with the thunder and lightning [bad word] 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
 [bad word]  [bad word] on [bad word] on

[B-Real]
I'm goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll out
Sold out, niggaz be livin in [bad word] 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 [bad word] in the crowd pay attention
I'm goin the [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 

[Sen Dog]
Oh yeah, Cypress Hill massive once [bad word] 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