Vārdi: Cypress Hill. Cypress Hill IV. Goin' All Out, Nothin' to Lose.

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?

I got nothin' to lose
Nothin' to lose, time run out
Nothin' to lose
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb
Nothin' to lose
Nothin' to lose, time run out
Nothin' to lose
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb

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

I got nothin' to lose
Nothin' to lose, time run out
Nothin' to lose
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb
Nothin' to lose
Nothin' to lose, time run out
Nothin' to lose
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb
Come on, come on

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 presence 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 addressin'
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

I got nothin' to lose
Nothin' to lose, time run out
Nothin' to lose
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb
Nothin' to lose
Nothin' to lose, time run out
Nothin' to lose
Lightin' the fuse to the bomb

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 millennium