I gotnHundreds of people asking me, getting pissed with menAnd dissin menLiterally blasting me, asking menWhen the Hoods' new album's gonna dropnAnd where it is, well here it isnMan I gotnThe mic in front of me, peeps to the back of menPressure to the right of menAnd soul inside of menI got a variety of rhymes (I rock the spot)nI got notoriety of rhymes (talk about what I got)nn[Verse 1]n(Pressure and Suffa)nA sense of pride so lets just ride off my anguishnHave the sense to slide and coinside with my languagenI got microphones and my piece of mindnDespite my closure, get a piece of mind off my problem piece of rhymesnI got my own view, my own reflection in the mirrornI got enough noise to make micky loud, I scream I hear yanI got plenty of mates (and I've got plenty of enemies)nAnd I've got plenty of hate (for the many bad memories)nI got energy thats translated into speechnWhen I'm (packing beats, beats, beats)nThe beats on my acca make the world go roundnAnd then I put it on my (rollin, rollin, rollin)nRoll the sequencer, two sequencernTrack formatnAnd mate I gotta speak with yernI got problems with my wage try'na make ends meatnI guess it's either getting paid or respect on the streetnnI got envy and jealousy, you're planning on telling menTo drop a new LP because the melody's remedynI got my own shadow thatnFollows me in footstepsnI've had enough people worrying about the props that the Hoods' getnSo why not, worry about what you've gotnCos I got, enough of that old fly rocknTo make your girlfriends thighs rocknCheck what I gotnHer own hands between her legsnHad a tap like a keg while you were drinking the dregsnJust pull the styles fine, told her to lick her fingersnAnswer up the bass line, hook from Charlie MingersnAnd lingers in the track makes you believe in God whennSuffa's so fat I guess I got a weight problemnI got a squadron of b-boys ready to break em' offnI break em' off then and then, from a cut of me costingnI got you at a loss when you give it up for charitynGot clarity, I spose I get exposure like a gallerynI got a four door car and a three room homenI got weekly repayments on a two grand loannI got one life to live and no second chancesnAnd mates that are writers and ryhmers of break dancersnnClothes on my back and friends that I trustnI got flows that are phat and a heart full of lustnI got a sense of pride, I got agility and speednEmence ability, man I got everything I neednI got three Hoods, the closeness for three times the dopenessnSee even if the nature cant get the situation is still hopelessnI got my notice from non-composers, from their postersnI suppose, so once I come the dopestn(And you notice)nI got a mic thats my companionnMy hood labels me championnWhere here to get your publishes with you, we're undermannednI live a life thats demandive but still got positivitynI got to explore each and every possibilitynHip Hop is feeling me its going straight to my headn(Like those seizures when I rap I'm taking grape juice and Sudafed)nIf you can get brews then I got ryhmesnI got a cavalcade of battle rage to I got mine son(Get thrust, cause other MC's can't deal with us)nI feel a must to get what I haven't got, a stagnent rock isnFilling my ears and getting more play than Clatteroln(I got a sense of direction and a compassnDrive past MC's with no compassion, though I heard the scream sounds)nnCheck it outnWhatcha Got? I gotnCheck it outnWhatcha Got? I gotnCheck it outnWhatcha Got? I gotnCheck it outnnI gotnHundreds of people asking me, getting pissed with menAnd dissin menLiterally blasting me, asking menWhen the Hoods' new album's gonna dropnAnd where it is, well here it isnMan I gotnThe mic in front of me, peeps to the back of menPressure to the right of menAnd soul inside of menI got a variety of rhymes (I rock the spot)nI got notoriety of rhymes (talk about what I got)