Cassidy - Tha Problem lyrics

1-2 1-2 i need all my real niggas to
Stand up all you fake ass niggas
Fall back it's a problem philly stand up!

(What's ya name dog?) Cassidy
(Man, tell 'em again) Cassidy
(Man, where ya from?) Philly
(Talk to 'em talk to 'em) If
Ya ready to feel me
(Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) The
Hood know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man) The
World know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)

My name Kass and I'm 'bout my B-I
Niggas wanna be me, yeah I can see why


Told y'all How I used to roll and see Clive
Hop off the G-4, hop in the G-5
But since niggas wanna copy and be me
I'mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT
Got niggas in the hood knockin' the CD
Wait 'till my face start poppin' on TV
See the ladies give me top for cheapy
All they wanna do is just hop on the wee-wee
My rich chick'll take a helicopter to see me
I pop Dominican and she'll drop
Me a key free
I got a actress in LA, doctor in DC
Even got a lawyer a cop in the DT
See I got money but I ain't spendin' it
I need a girl who got
A job wit nice benefit's
'Cuz honey bunch I ain't
Wit the funny stuff
You ain't gone fuck me to spend my money up
Nah, I can't have it boo
But girl do what you do I ain't mad at you
Nah, 'cuz I got since to know
That I ain't gone get pimped
I'mma pimp a ho
Ayyo, get money nigga fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble
Betta learn his name)
Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?)
Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
If ya ready to feel me
(Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
The hood know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
The world know I'm a problem, y'all
(Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man)

Ayyo, guess what happened
Guess what happened?
I was on the radio and yo
Guess what happened?
I'm sittin' there starin' in this DJ face
And all he askin' me about
Is the Freeway tape i'm like
"If I ain't right you can say I'm wrong
But Mr dJ can you play my song?"
Please, play somethin' that's good
For the air please, play somethin' that the
Hood wanna hear
So when the radio go to put that trash on
Call 'em up and say, "Put that Cass on!"
And I ain't pissin' nobody
But if every rapper died I
Wouldn't be missin' nobody
'Specially if it ain't Styles
'Kiss or nobody
Busta, Nore, Swizz or nobody
If it ain't Drag, Kim or Fat Joe
I could care less if a cat
Gotta lay on his back, yo
So, I don't owe y'all niggas
And y'all might be aight but
I don't know y'all niggas i mean
It's a couple other niggas that I've met
With the FS on my chest without press
I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef
And my niggas Esco, so let's go, yo
Get money nigga, fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble
Betta learn his name)

Cassidy! (Man, tell 'em again)
Cassidy! (Man, where ya from?)
Philly (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
If ya ready to feel me
(Talk to' em talk to 'em)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
Bottom line I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
The hood know I'm a problem, y'all
(I tried to tell 'em, man)
The world know I'm a problem, y'all
(Hold on, I tried to tell 'em, man)