Tha Problem - Cassidy

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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 L.A., 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 benefits

'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!)