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(we're on a mission) -->

[ 1 ]
This is a mission, not a small time
Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the went ( *ring* )
Well, I was coolin at the crib with this suzanne
And everything was goin just accordin to
When the phone - yo, I couldn't believe it
Told myself to it, forget it, leave it
Just when things had started goin
It again I said, "hold up, wait"
Picked up the phone, yelled, "who the is this? "
said, "this is serious business
There's a tape in the mailbox between your
Take the tape the box, and put it in yours"
I to the tape and my mouth just dropped
I up the phone, but the man hung up
It said, yo, 'this tape will
I pressed the deck, but the was stuck
Oh well, what the heck, I just up the mess
up the closet, got the bullet-proof west
Loaded up the sawed-off, the
The knife with the hunting apparel
Threw on the trench, kissed the girl
She said, "special ed, go, you might die"
Started and huggin on me, so I shut her
I said, "sorry baby, but I do what I gotta

(you're on a mission)
Do what I

This is a mission, not a thing

[ 2 ]
Took the express on a air jet
The thoughts in my mind broke me out into
I was thinkin of the message and again
In particular the of lu chin chen
Yo, I landed in japan intent to kill
You could tell I wasn't jokin by the look on my
Took a at the picture of the man that I was after
A 5 foot 10 black-belt karate
Knew where to him, knew where he would be
I around and showin up mr. chen found me
I looked him in the eye with a stare so
I said, "i came to for the rhymes you stole
Now you die, because that is my mission"
He back, got into a fighting position
The style, the shit was wild
He threw his hands in the air, he started to
I said, "you can now, but you won't for long
Cause sucker, you'll be that you stole my song"
He said, "choose your style", I fool, I said, "what? "
Pulled out the knife, tried to it in his gut
It didn't cut, I flipped, I started buggin
out the hand gun, I shot a slug in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and stood
Out shot the bullet, mr. chen just
So I him again - yo, I couldn't believe
Mr. chen caught the bullet in this two teeth
Yo, he kicked me on the just like I was a child
I got fed up, I thought of flatbush
to my feet, threw my hands to the sky
Shaked him then, I him, then I caught him in the eye
He started stumblin, yo, I wildin
He tripped, his lip, I started 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