| Somebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight
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| Somebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight
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| 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 care
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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’s 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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| Somebody’s baby boy ain’t coming home tonight
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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 |