Why Lyrics - Lost Boyz

They won't let us do no shows in New York 

They won't even let us fuckin talk 

They say Lost Boyz be a gang 

Nah man we just do our thing 

Why we always in the cut sometime 

Why we always sleep on bud sometime 

Word I be askin myself that 

While I turn my cat to the back 

While I freestyle and rap 

And watch them sharks that bite 

Why god take me to Queens vile 

Why them fuckin did what they did 

I see B-Wild gettin down 

Cocoa B, and J-Drama's in town 

I rep-re-sent my crew 

Spigg Nice, Freaky Tah and Pretty Lou 

I represent South Jamaica what? 

Me and my team we'll gettin ya gut 

Stay trees with the fam all day 

Write my name on the complex hallway 

At my mans spot, where he be chillin at 

Throw ya L's in the sky if you feelin that 

My man got me in the bread right now 

My mans got me in it write now 

Why, why, why 

Why, why, why 

Why, why, why 

Why, why, why 

Aiyo, I'm choppin at Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou 

Why you forgot the Fudge crew? 

Why you forgot Lincoln BLVD? 

Why you forgot my niggas that's hard? 

Why you forgot the playas the pimp? 

Why you forgot my nine up dicks? 

Why you forgot the whole world? 

My little man, my girl 

Why you think I jay walk? 

Because Shakwan, Shane and more 

Why you forgot Droi too? 

The guy, killer bee, wild shroom 

My man Mutt, and my nigga named Dew 

And ACaf from the 134 crew 

My niggas Jug and Drama 

Aiyo why I love my mama 

Why I love Buddha? 

Aiyo why that broad I shoot her? 

Because she had my money 

Laughin thinkin it's funny 

Took my daughter and all of my money from 

My safe and yo I have none 'in' 

Im broke and I'm fucked up, see? 

Aiyo that boy, he tried to stink me? 

I'm sneaky Freaky Tah 

And niggas ask me why 

I be yellin so much 

'Cause I get a strike just the right touch 

On this track I get spelming 

Shorties don't wanna mess around me 

Aiyo get and shake that doodoo brown man 

Aiyo Tah, I like the way you sound man 

You just represent your area 

Aiyo I hope I aint scarin ya 

Aiyo how we do? I dare eya 

To get up in our fuckin area 

This is how I do in New York 

For 97 there's no time to talk 

Niggas lickin school faces and all that 

This is how we do, we gon play and ball black 

On the courts we get down and 

Niggas don't wanna mess around me 

Haha, way to sound man 

LB we creepin to your town 

Why, why, why