Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight
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We don't need no baseball bats
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We don't need no silver ghats
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But we're gonna fight tonight
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Put up your dukes and fight
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Big brother's just standing on the side
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Watching you flex your pride
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But you know if they all jump in
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Big brother's got your skin
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The ice cream truck it sings no more
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All the kids from school are keeping score
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You swing and you duck and you hit the floor
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But you gotta get up at least once more
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Mama comes screaming down the stairs
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Everybody looks but nobody scares
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Mama can't believe that nobody cares
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It's her baby boy how do they dare
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Mama says bitch come over here
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If you're so tough you'll have no fear
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But why'd you bring your friends
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And the whole damn school
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To watch my baby boy go down like a fool
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But brother says mama they're the same damn size
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Got to let him grow up and get street wise
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But mama says baby go get that bat
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And come back down and beat some ass
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Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight
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One wrong move and it'll be too late
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Mama won't be making no birthday cake
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It all went down one afternoon
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In brooklyn
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South 2nd
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Cocorosie |