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(we're on a mission) -->

[ 1 ]
is a mission, not a small time thing
Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the phone ( *ring* )
Well, I was coolin at the crib with girl suzanne
And everything was just accordin to plan
When the phone rang - yo, I believe it
Told to ignore it, forget it, leave it
Just when things had goin great
It rang I said, "hold up, wait"
up the phone, yelled, "who the hell is this? "
Somebody said, "this is business
There's a tape in the mailbox your doors
the tape from the box, and put it in yours"
I listened to the tape and my mouth dropped
I picked up the phone, but the man up
It said, yo, tape will self-destruct'
I the deck, but the tape was stuck
Oh well, what the heck, I cleaned up the mess
up the closet, got the bullet-proof west
Loaded up the sawed-off, the
The rambo knife the hunting apparel
on the trench, kissed the girl good-bye
She said, "special ed, go, you might die"
Started and huggin on me, so I shut her
I said, "sorry baby, but I gotta do what I

(you're on a mission)
Do what I

This is a mission, not a thing

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Took the on a air force jet
The thoughts in my mind me out into sweat
I was thinkin of the again and again
In particular the of lu chin chen
Yo, I landed in with intent to kill
You could tell I wasn't jokin by the on my grill
Took a look at the picture of the man I was after
A 5 foot 10 black-belt master
Knew where to find him, knew he would be
I around and showin up mr. chen found me
I looked him in the eye a stare so cold
I said, "i to revenge for the rhymes you stole
Now you must die, because is my mission"
He flipped back, got into a fighting
The style, the shit was wild
He threw his hands in the air, he started to
I said, "you can smile now, but you won't for
sucker, you'll be sorry that you stole my song"
He said, "choose your style", I fool, I said, "what? "
Pulled out the knife, to shove it in his gut
It even cut, I flipped, I started buggin
Pulled out the gun, I shot a slug in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and stood
Out shot the bullet, mr. chen bowed
So I him again - yo, I couldn't believe
Mr. chen caught the bullet in this two teeth
Yo, he kicked me on the floor just I was a child
I got fed up, I of flatbush style
to my feet, threw my hands to the sky
Shaked him then, I faked him, I caught him in the eye
He stumblin, yo, I started wildin
He tripped, busted his lip, I smilin
Knew he was defeated, but I wasn't yet
So I him with the shotie, then I jetted in the jet

(you're on a mission)
in the jet

This is a mission, not a thing