Cypress Hill F/ Mellow Man Ace no pierdo nada nothin to lose

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Cypress Hill F/ Mellow Man Ace
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No Perdo Nada (Nothin' To Lose)
[B-Real]
You lose nothing, I give you my everything
Play with the rules or else I'll break you
You're tight in my light
If the pigs come I'll put you on a cross
Nothing to do just hide
You came in, your bale being your wind
When it suits me this gives me flavor
If you are in my way I show you my heat (ahh!)
I put it on the table the scissors beat
Rappers are slaves from a record company
You can't lose, you just choose
A group of thugs who are not thieves
Do what has to be and don't break yourself
Take care of your health and share with the compas (compa)
Be careful, with the track
If you are on the hill, use your eyesight (sight)
What is counted? that I am a story...
Chorus x4:
I give you my everything, I lose nothing
It happens that yesterday, time is running out...
[Sen Dog]
I give you my everything, you know how I am
I get into your head, I destroy you today
I grab my pen I put it in your brain
I'm not going to stop until you're dead
I'm in my zone, I run and unscrew you
I put a stick to cook, pig day
I'm the crazy one, I grab a photo
Understand the photo, I don't care much
I I call Mr. Tremendous Thunder
And I don't understand how he keeps biting
I keep writing, I defend myself
My rhyme and style are penguins
I have my position, I manifest it
I give you my everything and I always love you...
Chorus
[Mellow Man Ace]
I break your neck that's what I do
Mafia style, I throw you in a lake
Oh my God, Mellow Man, what do you want more?
This is a war, there is no peace here
I represent, I am an example
Of rappers in the house who break camp
Oh, who can handle Mellow and Cypress Hill?
When this comes out there will be a tremendous mess
3 cannons, we are 3 lions
Whoever wants a little piece, I'll break his kidneys
Pzz pzz pzz! punch in the forehead
May it never enter you, it's for my people
I started it, Cypress followed it
The best group of this century
Realize, you are not competition
You bit the style, you are a thief...
Chorus

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