[Swizz Beats]
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 (Swizz Beats) Cassidy]
(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)
[VERSE 1 (Swizz Beats)]
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 (Swizz Beats)]
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!)
[VERSE 2]
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 (Swizz Beats)]
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!)
