The Problem Lyrics - Split Personality - Cassidy

[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) 

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[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 

cause honey bunch I ain't wit the funny stuff 

You ain't gone f**k 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, cause I got since to know 

That I ain't gone get pimped, I'mma pimp a hoe 

Ayyo, get money nigga f**k the fame 

(The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!) 

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[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, f**k 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!)