Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight.

We don't need no baseball bats
We don't need no silver ghats
But we're gonna fight tonight
Put up your dukes and fight.
Big brother's just standing on the side
Watching you flex your pride.
But you know if they all jump in
Big brother's 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 scared
Mama can't believe that nobody cares
It's her baby boy how do they dare?
Mama says: "bitch, come over here,
If you're so tough, you'll have no fear.
But why'd you bring all your friends
And the whole damn school
To watch my baby boy go down like a fool?"

But brother says: "mama they're 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"

One wrong move and it'll be too late
Mama won't be making no birthday cake
It all went down one afternoon
In Brooklyn


Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight.