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Cypress Hill

Nothin to Lose

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Текст песни Cypress Hill - Nothin to Lose

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[b-real]I got nothin to lose, Im goin all outThe deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rulesUptight, when you steppin into the night, rightPigs comin up and shinin the bright lightNothin better to do, than fuck with the prideWhen you hide behind your badge, your gun and rideBilly club show me no love, think you aboveAll the fuss and the locs is rushin in too closeLet me lay it on the table, forget stableFreak niggaz, comin to slay to the labelYou got nothin to lose, come on chooseStay away from niggaz that bring down your crewWhatever it takes, you make or break yourselfWith the wealth or the chance to stay in good healthSword blade swingin you back off awayAnd the track off the real, straight off the hillWhat the deal motherfucker? Chorus: b-real, sen dogI got nothin to lose (Im goin all out)Nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out(Im goin all out) nothin to lose (Im goin all out)Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)Nothin to lose (Im goin all out)Nothin to lose (you gonna fall out) time run out(Im goin all out) nothin to lose (Im goin all out)Lightin the fuse to the bomb (better run out)[sen dog]Im goin all out, showin yall what Im aboutGettin in your mental, knockin niggaz outTakin this pencil, across the brainAint stoppin there til the rhymes all drainedAll out my system, take em, and then I twist emPut em out one day and see, who wanna diss emAs you fold Ill sting ya, run up and you bitch upYall get the picture, just call mr. excitementComin with the thunder and lightningShit is quite frightening how niggaz keep bitingSo I keep the writing, down for the fightingCold with the flows, they both quite excitingAnd let me take space up, heat your face upIm goin all out, before the raise upChorusCome on, come on[b-real]Im goin all out, nothin to lose, you better roll outSold out, niggaz be livin in times run outIn the present smell the prescence of what you stressinYou get sent a lesson aint missin the point blessinExpression, feelin the tension over the sessionThe question, fillin your body with intentionDont mention the profession, keep adressinThe real motherfuckers in the crowd pay attentionIm goin the fuck out, smith and wessonYou better stall me out, no extensionOnly the strong will ever be settin the paceWhen you look up Im gone and never left a traceNo worries, set you with flurries and no juriesEight million stories in the city of furiesDont get the twist, you listen or get the fistI got nothin to lose so I gat fools with thisChorus[sen dog]Oh yeah, cypress hill massive once againComin to your record shopCheck this out, we aint takin no prisonersWe choppin heads offAnd you steppin at me, you better be goin all out babyThis is war baby, from now until the new m-m-mm-mm-millelnium

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