Ca**idy - Tha Problem lyrics

[Swizz Beats] 1-2 1-2. I need all my real n***az to stand up. All you fake a** n***az fall back. It's a problem. Philly stand up! [CHORUS (Swizz Beats) Ca**idy] (What's ya name dog?) Ca**idy (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 Ca** and I'm 'bout my B-I n***az 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 n***az wanna copy and be me I'mma hop off the yacht then hop in the GT Got n***az 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 f** 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 n***a f** the fame (The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!) [CHORUS (Swizz Beats)] Ca**idy! (Man, tell 'em again) Ca**idy! (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 Ca** 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 n***az And y'all might be aight but I don't know y'all n***az I mean, it's a couple other n***az that I've met With the FS on my chest without press I got love for Snoop, Puff and Wyclef And my n***az Esco, so let's go, yo Get money n***a, f** the fame (The industry is in trouble, betta learn his name!) [CHORUS 2x (Swizz Beats)] Ca**idy! (Man, tell 'em again) Ca**idy! (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!)