Who's the Boss

[Intro] Day time, night time, any time's the right time Who's the boss? Of course, Antoinette's rhyme [Verse 1] Now here we go, hug your stereo It might pump or jump around Bum rush the sound beat it down run it in the ground The bigger they are the harder they fall, oh well they fell Their records couldn't sell even if you gave 'em away free Ah, honey you're just a wannabe Rap star, and now you're trying to front on me But kids who play will suffer when the beat is on And the going gets tougher when the heat is on I go off and I be keeping it kept on Make like a rash, break out or get stepped on Step child you're just a son in this And Antoinette is like runnin this Yeah dance go ahead, do that Instead pick up your head cause I flew that Antoinette taking no loss wearing no shorts But telling you who's the boss [Verse 2] If you were brave because you escaped or get hit wit' You little nit wit You better get wit' Antoinette on set cause I'm fed up I'm going head up, now get up Ducks who get stuck in Grab your cup and I'ma fill it to the brim So take a sip don't bite Your lip don't take bites out or it's gonna be M.C.'s lights out The young the old the bold they all like be looking Because I'm hooking, but I ain't a hooker So save that for T.J That he-say and she-say ain't no threat I'm knocking out gangs with no stress So who's the boss? It ain't a weak chick So let me launch a rhyme and let the beat kick [Verse 3] Lace up so you could face up and hit the lineup Play me wrong and yes you might wind up Dead on arrival, because this is survival of the fittest So do your pushups and get wit' it Before I go off without that No question about that ("They're closing in!") Yo, I doubt that Face to face, rhyme for rhyme Fist to fist, sweet dreams when rings hit lips so Slow down, I won't go down in a throw down Yup she's out now that's another hoe down You should be knowing this You can't flow with this The best, the gangstress, the def soloist I roll, the mic transforms like a decep A's in effect so who could possibly e-fect The chick with soul, the boss who has to master To ducks who front I make like a ghetto and blast ya' I'm hyper, riper, doper, stronger Breakbeats get broken and rhymes last longer I'll find and lose ya and left ya lost And you sweat to death like a horse Now who's the boss?