I got to lose, I'm goin' all out The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the Uptight, when you steppin' into the night, Pigs up and shinin' the bright light
better to do, than fuck with the pride When you behind your badge, your gun and ride Billy club me no love, think you above All the and the locs is rushin' in too close
Let me lay it on the table, stable Freak niggaz, comin' to slay to the You got nothin' to lose, on choose Stay away from that bring down your crew
Whatever it takes, you make or yourself With the wealth or the chance to in good health Sword blade swingin' you off away And the off the real, straight off the hill What the deal,
I got to lose (I'm all out) Nothin' to you gonna fall out run out (I'm all out) Nothin' to (I'm all out) Lightin' the to the bomb, better run out
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 fuse to the bomb, run out
I'm goin' all out, showin' what I'm about Gettin' in your mental, niggaz out Takin' this pencil, the brain Ain't stoppin' there till the all drained
All out my system, take 'em and I twist 'em Put 'em out one day and see, who diss 'em As you I'll sting ya, run up and you bitch up Y'all get the picture, just Mr. Excitement
with the thunder and lightning Shit is quite frightening how niggaz keep So I keep the writing, for the fighting with the flows, they both quite exciting And let me take space up, heat face up I'm goin' all out, the raise up
I got to lose (I'm all out) Nothin' to 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) 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
Come on, on I'm goin' all out, to lose, you better roll out out, niggaz be livin' in times run out In the present smell the presence of what you You get sent a ain't missin' the point blessin'
Expression, the tension over the session The question, fillin' your body intention Don't mention the profession, adressin' The real motherfuckers in the crowd pay
I'm the fuck out, Smith and Wesson You better stall me out, no Only the strong will ever be the pace When you look up I'm gone and never a trace
No worries, set you with flurries and no 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 to lose (I'm all out) to lose you gonna fall out run out (I'm all out) Nothin' to (I'm all out) the fuse to the bomb, better run out
Nothin' to (I'm all out) to lose, you gonna fall out run out (I'm all out) Nothin' to (I'm all out) Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, run
Oh yeah, Cypress massive once again Comin' to record 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, from now the new millennium