South 2nd

Somebodys baby boy aint coming home tonight×3
We dont need no baseball bats
We dont need no silver ghats
But were gonna fight tonight
Put up your dukes and fight
Big brothers just standing on the side
Watching you flex your pride
But you know if they all jump in
Big brothers got your skin
The ice cream truck it sings no more
All the kids from school are keeping score
You swing and you duck and you hit the floor
But you gotta get up at least once more
Mama comes screaming down the stairs
Everybody looks but nobody scares
Mama cant believe that nobody cares
Its her baby boy how do they dare
Mama says ***** come over here
If youre so tough youll have no fear
But whyd you bring your friends
And the whole damn school
To watch my baby boy go down like a fool
But brother says mama theyre the same damn size
Got to let him grow up and get street wise
But mama says baby go get that bat
And come back down and beat some ass
Somebodys baby boy aint coming home tonight ×3
One wrong move and itll be too late
Mama wont be making no birthday cake
It all went down one afternoon
In brooklyn