The Problem

1-2 1-2.
I need all my real niggaz to stand up.
All you fake ass niggaz fall back.
It´s a problem.
Philly stand up!

[CHORUS]
(What´s ya name dog?) Cassidy
(Man, tell ´em again) Caissidy
(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 Cass and I´m ´bout my B-I
Niggaz 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 niggaz wanna copy and be me
I´mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT
Got niggaz 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 hoe
Ayyo, get money nigga fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)

[CHORUS]
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 niggaz
And y´all might be aight but I don´t know y´all niggaz
I mean, it´s a couple other niggaz that I´ve met
With the FS on my chest without press
I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef
And my niggaz Esco, so let´s go, yo
Get money nigga, fuck the fame
(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!)

[CHORUS 2x]
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!)

By: -SKRITS-