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